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pattonsperfectfamily-asks · 57 minutes ago
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A Somber Holiday, Part One
Warnings: Pregnancy, calling a fetus an "it", male pregnancy, giving up search for a kidnapped person, thinking some's dead, rule breaking, death description, bruising description, and brief mentions of puking.
He couldn't hide it anymore.
Roman shifts awkwardly, adjusting the blanket that was covering his stomach. Over the months since Jason, it had gotten bigger, but now that Logan was gone he could no longer hide it and pretend nothing was there with baggy sweatshirts.
Even looking at himself made him feel disgusting.
The cold hard truth was finally starting to set in, taking over the denial.
He was eight months pregnant.
He could only have the small satisfaction that he wasn't too big, after all this was his first and only time getting pregnant, and normally people were always smaller for that first baby. It was a small comfort.
Small, but still.
At any day this thing inside him could just decide to, what? Fall out? He knew it wouldn't be that easy.
It wasn't even here yet, and already it had taken so much from him. Roman had puked more than once after smelling even the slightest hint of peanut butter. The taste of carrots made him orange in the face. Even the wet-dog smell that Sela carried after playing with Virgil in the rain was enough to send him racing pathetically to the bathroom.
And worse was the feeling. He could feel it moving inside him, like an alien that was ready to burst out and kill him. While he had stomached his pride once or twice and let Virgil feel the thing inside him, if only to see the look of pure wonder on the boy's face, he just wished it would stop.
Stop moving, stop making him sick and agitated. Stop making him crave food.
He ignored every single craving he got, like his own version of a punishment. Shockingly, they were nothing too bizarre, he'd heard of women eating pickles dipped in chocolate when they were pregnant, but more than anything he just wanted grapes.
But he refused to even touch the absolutely delicious looking ones in the fridge.
And of course he knew, he knew that he should stop calling it "it" and "thing" there was no denying at this stage it was a little person, even if he didn't know the gender.
Why did he have to be so late?
Roman could barely look at Remy, let alone speak too him, after Remy and Damien had found out exactly what Remy hadn't put in Roman's drink at the Gala.
An abortive.
It would have worked just in time then, but of course by the time they found out there was no hope for that.
Of course it wasn't Remy's fault, he hadn't known.
But it still tore at Roman's insides.
The door opened and Patton silently came in, crying behind his hands.
No Logan.
"Some of them are giving up." Patton sobs, referencing the men in town that had been helping him search. "They say it's been too long, so he must be...He must be d-dead."
"I'm sorry, Patton." Roman sighs. He wasn't really sorry for Patton.
For Logan? Of course, if he was still out there. For Remus and Thomas? Obviously, they were missing their other halves, even if Remus had only cried once since Logan had been taken. The kids? Of course Roman felt sorry for them, Virgil was so attached and Damien cared for Logan, even if sometimes he couldn't show it.
Sighing, Patton does his best to wipe away his tears. "He must be so scared, my poor little bunny. What a horrible way to spend Christmas."
Roman looks over at the half-heartedly decorated tree in the corner. Soon it would be Christmas day, and then Logan's birthday.
If he was being honest, Roman thought he died a while ago.
There was just no sign of Blaine.
Christmas Day came faster than anyone expected, and Remus watched silently as Roman helped Thomas open one of his presents, a small kids book.
After the gifts had all been opened and breakfast was done, Roman hurriedly excused himself to the bathroom and Virgil went into the backyard to play with Sela and one of the ghosts that had often hung around the house, Potter. Potter seemingly had no physical injuries, minus the long purple bruise that wrapped around their throat, partially hidden by the Christmas lights that were tangled all over his body.
Today, Potter was more visible than the other ghosts, showing their full form instead of just the normal wisps of being, because it was his death day. Just like days when the moon was full, death days for the ghosts gave a bit of an extra boost.
Remus stood up without prompting, leaving the dining room and moving upstairs to the room he shared with Roman.
Looking around for a moment, he moved over to the typewriter Roman had gotten when they first moved in.
Next to it was piles of papers brimming with promising words and flowing sentences. If Remus had known to look under Roman's bed, he'd see a small stack of papers for the sequel to the novel Roman had written the first time they'd been taken.
Roman worked on it late at night, careful not to be caught.
Remus looks over the paper that was currently in the typewriter, a page for his novel about superheroes that Roman had been writing for some time.
Gently, Remus presses down on a key. A pristine S marks itself on the paper neatly. Remus moves his hand and presses down again, and a t joins the s with a small clack.
Remus continues and then heads back downstairs, the word "Starshine" drying on the page.
After awhile, Virgil and Sela were forced to retreat back inside, Virgil's nose and fingers bright red, and his ears stung with how cold they were. Sela settled down for a nap by the big fireplace, one ear sticking up, alert, as Virgil and Thomas played.
Virgil giggles as Thomas grabs the block out of his hands again, using it to knock down the tower Virgil had been helping him building.
"Careful Virgil, don't let him hit himself." Kai warns, peeking over the corner to look into the kitchen.
There was no sign of Patton. He must have left to go look for Logan again.
"C'mere, squirt." Kai beckons to Virgil.
Virgil obediently jumps up and bounces over to his older sibling.
"Jeez, your hair is getting long." Kai mutters as she leads the boy into the upstairs bathroom.
Virgil giggles and shakes his head so his bangs fall over his eyes. Kai smiles and ruffles his head, opening the cabinet below the sink and pulling out the razor. "Hold still."
Virgil stills as Kai plugs in the razor and gathers Virgil's bangs into a ponytail, sectioning it off so they wouldn't get accidentally cut. The razor turns on with a buzz and Kai adjusts the settings from Roman's cut to Virgil's, carefully beginning to run it through his hair.
"You wanna do something fun?" Kai asks when the cut is finished, taking Virgil's bangs out and wetting them to give them a small, even trim.
"What?" Virgil asks, looking at himself in the mirror out of the corner of his eyes.
"Look." Kai grabs the box of hair dye they had gotten for Virgil out of their hiding place, showing it to him with a flourish.
"I dunno..." Virgil says nervously. "Won't dad be mad?"
"Nah." Kai says casually. "We won't dye your whole head, just your bangs. I'll do it with you.
Virgil's eyes shone as he looked up at him with wonder. "You're gonna dye your hair too? Okay!"
Roman sighs as he carefully walks up the stairs back to his room, stopping in confusion when he heard giggling and running water, before shifting Thomas on his hip and carrying the one year old into his room.
"Okay Tommy." He says quietly. "You sit here for a second." Placing the boy down on the floor, he watches as the toddler begins to babble contently to his stuffed frog before turning to grab a change of clothes.
Until something caught his eye.
On his desk, the papers had been moved around.
His eyes widening, Roman hurriedly looks under his bed, sighing in relief when he sees those papers hadn't been disturbed. Turning back to his desk, Roman checks to make sure all the papers were still there, before noticing a new line on his paper with a single word.
"Starshine?" Roman whispers to himself, gently running his fingers over the letters, his eyes widening.
There was only one person that called Logan Starshine.
"Remus!"
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fightorflightamiright · 5 hours ago
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Patton: Change is inedible Logan: Don't you mean inevitable? Patton: *Spits out coins* Patton: No I did not
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patt-off · 10 hours ago
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ya know...
it doesn’t occur to you just how much people use the word “logicality” as a normal word until you search for it on twitter
lol
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theater-geek · 15 hours ago
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Love thy neighbor
Ok I’ve almost forgot about this my bad I’ve been busy anygay let’s continue. Thomas goes to the youth of Indiana to try and compromise and bond.
Ships: Logicality, Prinxiety, demus/dukeceit
When singing
Thomas
Kaylee
Shelby
Nick
Kevin
Thomas and friends
All
A lot of kids from school were at a seven eleven hanging out and enjoy the afternoon. Well almost everyone.
“It’s all over cnn they say Indiana overflows with bigotry!” Said Kaylee
“Well I saw Fox News drive by my house the other day.” Said Shelby
“At least there on our side!”
Thomas walked in trying to look cool and failing miserably.
“Hi”
“Hey it’s that guy from “talk to the hand” said a girl
“What’s up reckless youth of Indiana.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m just taking a walk, enjoying the sweet scent of Americana. I’m from a small town myself actually, Gainesville Florida.”
“We’re not interested!” They group started walking away
“WAIT WAIT WAIT! I feel like there’s and ideological divide between us and I thought if we got to know each other we could bridge it, right?” The teens looked at each like “why is he even here?”
“I’ll start, I’m an actor, my instrument was formed in the firey pits that’s Juilliard...” he reveals a shirt that says Juilliard. “I’m sure your drama teachers told you about that wonderful institution.”
“We don’t have a drama program.” Said Shelby
“Well that explains your lack of empathy *ahem* How about you? Who are you?” He pointed to Kaylee
“Kaylee!”
“No that’s your name I mean who are you your Kaylee in the story of Kaylee help me prepare to write the story.” She got confused for a second.
“Well, I’m a girl, I’m a teenager, and I’m a cheerleader!”
“Why does Kaylee hate homosexuals?”
“Hey I’m a good person, right Shelby?”
“Yeah we all are.” Said Shelby
“We go to church.” Said kevin
“We’re Christians.” Said Nick as they started to walk away again
“OKAY!! Now we’re getting somewhere and this is something I know something about, Christians follow the teaching of Christ right?”
“Yeah?” Said the group
“Well I played Jesus Christ on 3 occasions and was crucified 3 times....12 if you count the reviews they were bad. But the point is Jesus didn’t hate anyone let alone gays.”
A girl interjected “But bible said homosexuality is wrong and we follow the Bible.”
“And yet your talking to a married gay man right now.” He showed his ring to the crowd and they started to whisper
“The point being, their are rules in the Bible you break everyday.” Kaylee interjected “Well that’s different!” Thomas replied “is it?” And souned like her.
“You can’t just cherry pick the Bible choosing rules you wanna believe.”
“We don’t do that!” Said Kaylee
“Yeah well what’s this.”
Kaylee has a small tattoo
That tattoo would be taboo
Kaylee guess what waits for you
An eternity in the fiery pits of hell
Hey!
Shelby, you seem sweet to me
But if it has come to be
You've lost your virginity
We'll be stoning you and your family as well
What?
Or we could use some common sense instead
When you're lost it always helps recalling
Those immortal words that Jesus said
There's one rule that trumps them all
Love Thy Neighbor
Love Thy Neighbor
Love Thy Neighbor trumps them all
Love Thy Neighbor
Love Thy Neighbor
Love Thy Neighbor trumps them all
“You know, you make a lot of sense” Said Shelby
“What are you talking about?” Said Kaylee in a stern voice
“You don't feel even slightly bad for Emma? You guys used to hang out”
“That was before she turned gay”
“Well, maybe she was always gay”
“Exactly, because that's how God made her, Shelby” Thomas was proud of what he was doing then the cast of Godspell came out.
“Yo Thomas what’s up.” Said Terrence
“Aye it’s the god spell kids! Perfect timing I need y’all for something!”
“What are you making us do now?” Ask Valerie. Nick interjected
“He's just trying to confuse us. My stepdad always says --“
“Woah, stepdad? You mean your parents are divorced?”
“Yeah, so?”
“Oh, divorce is a big no-no”
Not to oversimplify
But the scripture does imply
That your mom will have to die
How's tomorrow if she's not got any plans?
Uh
There's no way to separate
Which rules you can violate
Let's hope you don't masturbate
'Cause the scripture says we'll have to cut off your “hands”
Or we could use some common sense instead
When you're lost it always helps recalling
Those immortal words that Jesus said
There's one rule that trumps them all
Love Thy Neighbor
Love Thy Neighbor
Love Thy Neighbor trumps them all
Love Thy Neighbor
Love Thy Neighbor
Love Thy Neighbor trumps them all
Love Thy Neighbor
Love Thy Neighbor trumps them all
Love Thy Neighbor
Love Thy Neighbor
Love Thy Neighbor trumps them all
(Dance break here brought to you by the Godspell kids tambourines and Thomas’s husband)
Love Thy Neighbor
Love Thy Neighbor
Love Thy Neighbor trumps them all
Love thy neighbor
Love thy neighbor
Love Thy Neighbor trumps them all
Time to make some better choices
Drop the hate
Raise your voices
Love Thy Neighbor is the one that trumps them all
Love Thy Neighbor
Love Thy Neighbor
Love Thy Neighbor trumps them all
Love Thy Neighbor
Jesus tell 'em
Let's hear it if you're feeling the Holy spirit
Come on kids and let me hear it
What?
Love Thy Neighbor
Alright!
Love Thy Neighbor
Love Thy Neighbor trumps them all!!!
People to tag/ @artissi-jam @frogsandcookies @icantthinkofacreativeurl @purplestarrystars @actingonimpulse
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jeffreyrobertpalinjr · 15 hours ago
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My (Jeffrey Robert Palin Jr.’s) Philosophy of Free Will:
We can control our arms, legs, and mouth by moving them at will. That’s an example of free will. One’s will is not independent. Free will means being able to will things to do something in absence of coercion (example: will your arm to move) and being able to make choices in absence of coercion. Will is not the calculation process. Will is choosing and the execution. Also choosing what to calculate plus executing what was calculated. One uses one’s will to choose what to calculate. One uses one’s will to execute and to execute what was calculated. One’s will does not use itself, it is not independent.
Nothing causes humans to hum, but a baby human may end up humming for no reason other than because of free will.
Fate exists at the same time as free will because, well here’s an example: If someone throws you into the middle of a volcano, the moment that you’re in the air and have no way of avoiding going down into the lava, your fate is sealed. You didn’t have said fate until said moment. One’s fate is not determined before said one’s existence.
It’s impossible for destiny to provide a rough draft for people’s lives because making choices is reliant on free will. People can change their minds at any time that they want to.
Definition of destiny: The events that will necessarily happen to a particular person or thing in the future. Things only necessarily happen to people based on the laws of nature and people’s decisions. Decisions are directly made by said people’s free will.
Things only necessarily happen to people based on the laws of nature and people’s decisions. Free will shows that even without a vision/knowledge of cause and effect, when it comes to people (unless completely immobile) and their choices, nothing is predecided.
Destiny contradicts free will. If the choices “we make, don’t make or leave for others to make” (our free will) help us achieve making a future happen from a selection of multiple futures, then that means that free will enables us to constantly select/switch which future is happening from the selection of multiple futures, which means that destiny contradicts free will.
Things that Google used to say: Google says “In reality, there are multiple futures. And what future is happening, depends partly on us, partly on other influences”, Google also says “Our future is determined by the choices we make, don’t make, or leave for others to make for us”. If the choices “we make, don’t make or leave for others to make” (our free will) helps help us achieve making a future happen from the selection of multiple futures, doesn’t that mean that free will enables us to constantly select/switch which future is happening from the selection of multiple futures, which means that destiny contradicts free will?
The weird thing is, if anyone forever knows the different choices that people are going to make, that limits futures down to one. This contradicts free will.
There isn’t an inevitable future, the future is shaped as the present progresses. The possibilities that the immediate future hold are constantly changing based on all events progressing in the present. The future is not predetermined.
We are in charge/control of our free will. We are in charge of the part that allows us to survive in a fully intentional way. We even have free will in our dreams when we are unconscious/sleeping, making choices in dreams that we may remember. The control we have is sufficient and self-evidently not controlled by any other. Freedom of desire and freedom of execution of desire is the “free” part of free will. Some desires you choose, such as the desire to impress in order to be recognised. Some desires you don’t choose such as wanting the pain from a burn to go away. This fits under freedom within the laws of nature.
Free will exists in determinism and at the same time as the future not being predetermined. All decisions were determined when made however the future is always reliant on new decisions (new decisions in the present and new decisions in the future). Freedom of desire and freedom of execution of desire is the “free” part of free will. Some desires you choose, such as the desire to impress in order to be recognised. Some desires you don’t choose such as wanting the pain from a burn to go away. This fits under freedom within the laws of nature.
The present causes future possibilities and they are constantly changing, thats causality, like that, the future remains not predetermined. The ever-changing world causes decisions to be made by us, thats also causality. Freedom of desire and freedom of execution of desire is the “free” part of free will. Some desires you choose, such as the desire to impress in order to be recognised. Some desires you don’t choose such as wanting the pain from a burn to go away. This fits under freedom within the laws of nature.
What is an example of a situation where free will was compromised?
In the Disney animated movie “Aladdin” when Jafar used his staff with the cobra face to force the Sultan to say whatever Jafar wanted the Sultan to say.
Since one wills oneself to calculate/express/execute, does this mean the origin of one’s thoughts is one’s free will? And/Or is the origin based on impulse but doesn’t always include knowing and intention?
You often know what topic you will continue thinking about and you know why you go off topic when something related to another topic emerges in your thinking about the original topic. You’re constantly deciding what you want to think about when non-mental things aren’t distracting you or holding your focus. You know things that you want to and/or have to get done during your day, and you decide when to think about those things. People often like to analyze their daily experiences when it comes to things that brought about certain emotions/etc.. You don’t need to confirm your own existence to know that you exist. Knowing something doesn’t always require thinking. Babies know that they don’t like being alone and they don’t need to think to know that. “Wanting” and “desires” are based on our own conclusions/experiences. Experience plays a major role in why we have any slightest hint of understanding of why we “want”/“desire” something even when we were babies.
The brain produces thoughts based directly on our experiences/desires/likes/feelings/emotions and on what we experience with our senses. Those thoughts are our unique perspective of how we percieve and interpret reality. What is a mental norm for one may not be another’s mental norm. We understand our thoughts better than anyone else can, we know what we are trying to express/do even without having to rehearse it. The brain produces thoughts without us knowing why we can will it to do so, much like we can move our limbs without us knowing why we can will it to do so. Willing includes intentional reaction and we sometimes confuse intentional reaction with unintentional reaction. An example of an unintentional reaction is when a doctor uses that little hammer to hit a certain part of your knee/leg when you’re seated and it makes your leg kick up. One’s feelings is up to oneself, one can be sensitive and become tougher because one realizes that one’s expectations weren’t realistic. Trust often plays a major role in one’s expectations and feelings, which has everything to do with experience. Feelings are heavily based on likes and dislikes as well. These shape preferences that are unique to every individual. Most of those preferences are known by one without one having to calculate what one’s preferences are.
One’s intentions are based on experience, likes, and dislikes. One’s original creations are based on choices made from learning from experience. Experience happens whether one has free will or doesn’t have free will. How we manipulate our interactions/interference with reality and/or the external world is based on our abilities. Our ability of movement without having to calculate anything but, at the same time, not being involuntary (for example: babies), is based on a combination of impulses and will. Our ability to make our brains produce the precise chemical combination which produces thoughts that we intentionally tried to think up is based on a combination of impulse, want, and will. Our unwanted thoughts are sometimes our automatic reactions involving an automatic wanting of our own interpretation, understanding, and imagined imagery of what is being painted by an external source. Our ability to constantly manipulate, without pause if wanted, what we think/imagine is based on will and present experience, past experience, and anticipation/expectation of future experience. One’s “sense of self” is evident because, for the most part, one’s control of one’s body, decisions, thoughts/mental activity, conclusions, and perspective have not been involuntary (within the laws of physics and without coercion).
Willing your arms and legs to move doesn’t require thought, willing does not have to be a thought, new-born babies are an example of this.
How do you explain when your leg is shaking while you’re sitting at a classroom desk and you didn’t even realize that your leg was shaking until a little while after it started shaking? This isn’t intuitive and you didn’t try to make your leg shake.
Willing your arms and legs to move doesn’t require thought, willing does not have to be a thought, new-born babies are an example of this. Can you explain why you would think that this isn’t accurate?
Does breathing require thought? We can use thought to control our breathing when we want but when we’re breathing hard after running, thought is not required to breathe hard. Also, the sounds we make when we feel certain pains or when we are smashing against something, those sounds require will but do not require thought.
Instinctual thought is how babies think until “conscious thought with direction” is what their every instinctual thought is changing into shortly after production. This happens when babies start applying memory to their instinctual thoughts. Conscious thought with direction” originate as instinctual thought.
Will requires one’s focus and said one to be conscious. Our subconscious thoughts control automatic doings such as breathing/walking without us having to consciously think about doing it but we are able to freely switch between automatic subconscious control or conscious control by applying our focus to it when we want to consciously control it. To do this, we exercise our will, based on the never-ending choice of being able to do it whenever we want. We exercise our will to consciously control ourselves and to do so requires our focus.
How do you explain when your leg is shaking while you’re sitting at a classroom desk and you didn’t even realize that your leg was shaking until a little while after it started shaking? This isn’t intuitive and you didn’t try to make your leg shake.
Every instinctual thought is changing into “conscious thought with direction” shortly after production. This happens when babies start applying memory to their instinctual thoughts. Does “conscious thought with direction” originate as instinctual thought?
Instinctual thought is how babies think until “conscious thought with direction” is what their every instinctual thought is changing into shortly after production. This happens when babies start applying memory to their instinctual thoughts. Conscious thought with direction” originate as instinctual thought.
Is conscious thought a combination of knowing, experience, focus, and will?
Our knowing is constantly changing based on our never-ending constant fluid experience of our body’s never-ending interaction with the physical world. Our experience of our body’s never-ending interaction with the physical world provides us with never ending choices/options and/or decision-making which we can ignore or apply our focus to. Our subconscious thoughts control automatic doings such as breathing/walking without us having to consciously think about doing it but we are able to freely switch between automatic subconscious control or conscious control by applying our focus to it when we want to consciously control it. To do this, we exercise our will, based on the never-ending choice of being able to do it whenever we want. We exercise our will to control what we consiously focus on. To do this, knowing, based on our never-ending experiencing of the physical world, is required for conscious focus. In other words, we know what we want to focus on before we focus on it, instinct can throw this off at times. Knowing also constantly changes based on what we consciously conclude. Conscious thoughts emerge when we know what we want to convey before we calculate and express the calculated expression of what we want to convey. This is either conscious thought or knowing. Some might argue that the thought doesn’t start until the calculation process. Knowing is based on a combination of our never-ending constant fluid experience of our body’s never-ending interaction with the physical world and the never ending choices/options that that never-ending interaction provides. We know what we want to convey before we calculate and express the calculated expression of what we want to convey. To choose what to focus on, we exercise our will, to choose to calculate/express something, we exercise our will.
A thought’s origin is not the calculation when calculating/commiting expression of that thought in a way that can be received by others, is this concept accurate?
Conscious thoughts:
Example: One of the deafblind "males" was only taught how to interact with a woman who could see and hear. The deafblind does not visualize anything mentally and speaks nothing mentally. And before he expresses his expression, he knows what he is trying to express. This example is a hypothesis. But if it is true that he visualizes something mentally and speaks something mentally, then "his multiple creations", "scenarios generated in the form of thought / imagination" "Is probably his predominantly intentional sequence of segments in those scenarios" "(one sequence of many segments = one scenario) (one difference in" sequence / segment "between two scenarios = Two different scenarios or two same scenarios, but the two scenarios have two different perspectives / views from each other). "These scenarios are made up of segments," mainly in a deliberate order, "and segments can undergo endless changes, during creation, until the end of the scenario. (Endless changes: Similar to the concept of endless changes in the number of recorded milliseconds from the beginning of creation to "in progress" and "current"). There are many different segments. There are multiple segments that are "non-audio non-image things". There are multiple segments that are audio. There are multiple segments that are images. He may create segments in a seemingly strange and fluidly changing order. The order of the segments may even be logical, but when observed, it may give the non-deafblind the impression that it is a "different world." These mental scenarios, when observed, can give the impression that they are a very "different world" for those who are not deafblind. Even if "all sounds" and "all images" do not exist and have never existed in reality / method, you can "know" that you like something. Even if "all sounds" and "all images" do not exist and have never existed in reality / method, you can "think" that you like something. As an example, I like warmth (temperature).
Conscious thinking begins with already knowing what you want to convey before you calculate how to express what you want to convey in a way that others can receive.
How do you explain when your leg is shaking while you’re sitting at a classroom desk and you didn’t even realize that your leg was shaking until a little while after it started shaking? This isn’t intuitive and you didn’t try to make your leg shake.
What comes first, wanting to do/say something, or the thought of wanting to do/say something? Is knowing and/or feelings not an initiation requirement of wanting?
Doesn’t not believing in free will mean that no person is guilty of lying except the programming or design?
I believe in free will. If there is no free will, you make no choices and you control nothing. That means there’s no such thing as justification and there is no such thing as accusing. It’s all just a happening that is basically, for lack of a better word, scripted in a way that shows a depiction of logic that no one is using or random in a way that shows a depiction of logic that no one is using.
The only way to have capacity to be responsible or morally responsible is to have free will regarding mind/thought. Without that freedom, all of your mind/thoughts are, for lack of a better word, scripted in a way that depicts a logic that no one uses or random in a way that depicts a logic that no one uses.
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My (Jeffrey Robert Palin Jr.’s) Philosophy of Free Will With Belief in God:
We can control our arms, legs, and mouth by moving them at will. That’s an example of free will. One’s will is not independent. Free will means being able to will things to do something in absence of coercion (example: will your arm to move) and being able to make choices in absence of coercion. Will is not the calculation process. Will is choosing and the execution. Also choosing what to calculate plus executing what was calculated. One uses one’s will to choose what to calculate. One uses one’s will to execute and to execute what was calculated. One’s will does not use itself, it is not independent.
It’s impossible for destiny to provide a rough draft for said people’s lives because making choices is reliant on free will. People can change their minds at any time that they want to.
Nothing causes humans to hum, but a baby human may end up humming for no reason other than because of free will.
Fate exists at the same time as free will because, well here’s an example: If someone throws you into the middle of a volcano, the moment that you’re in the air and have no way of avoiding going down into the lava, your fate is sealed. You didn’t have said fate until said moment. One’s fate is not determined before said one’s existence.
Definition of destiny: The events that will necessarily happen to a particular person or thing in the future. Things only necessarily happen to people based on the laws of nature and people’s decisions. Decisions are directly made by said people’s free will.
Things only necessarily happen to people based on the laws of nature and people’s decisions. Free will shows that even without a vision/knowledge of cause and effect, when it comes to people (unless completely immobile) and their choices, nothing is predecided. This makes God appear to be beyond comprehension.
Destiny contradicts free will. If the choices “we make, don’t make or leave for others to make” (our free will) help us achieve making a future happen from a selection of multiple futures, then that means that free will enables us to constantly select/switch which future is happening from the selection of multiple futures, which means that destiny contradicts free will.
Things that Google used to say: Google says “In reality, there are multiple futures. And what future is happening, depends partly on us, partly on other influences”, Google also says “Our future is determined by the choices we make, don't make, or leave for others to make for us”. If the choices “we make, don’t make or leave for others to make” (our free will) help us achieve making a future happen from the selection of multiple futures, doesn’t that mean that free will enables us to constantly select/switch which future is happening from the selection of multiple futures, which means that destiny contradicts free will?
The Bible clearly states that God does not tempt man and God is not tempted. The Bible also says that we have our own desires (which shows that we have free will) and that God instructs us not to conceive and give birth to sin. This shows that none of our sins can be blamed on God nor a Divine plan.
The weird thing is, if anyone forever knows the different choices that people are going to make, that limits futures down to one. This contradicts the free will that God blessed man with. My conclusion is: God is beyond comprehension, is capable of the impossible and illogical, and forever knows the different choices people will make (God can change present circumstances to whatever He wants)… or God doesn’t know the future but He knows the present and the past.
There isn’t an inevitable future, the future is shaped as the present progresses. The possibilities that the immediate future hold are constantly changing based on all events progressing in the present. The future is not predetermined.
We are in charge/control of our free will. We are in charge of the part that allows us to survive in a fully intentional way. We even have free will in our dreams when we are unconscious/sleeping, making choices in dreams that we may remember. The control we have is sufficient and self-evidently not controlled by any other. Freedom of desire and freedom of execution of desire is the “free” part of free will. Some desires you choose, such as the desire to impress in order to be recognised. Some desires you don’t choose such as wanting the pain from a burn to go away. This fits under freedom within the laws of nature.
Free will exists in determinism and at the same time as the future not being predetermined. All decisions were determined when made however the future is always reliant on new decisions (new decisions in the present and new decisions in the future). Freedom of desire and freedom of execution of desire is the “free” part of free will. Some desires you choose, such as the desire to impress in order to be recognised. Some desires you don’t choose such as wanting the pain from a burn to go away. This fits under freedom within the laws of nature.
The present causes future possibilities and they are constantly changing, thats causality, like that, the future remains not predetermined. The ever-changing world causes decisions to be made by us, thats also causality. Freedom of desire and freedom of execution of desire is the “free” part of free will. Some desires you choose, such as the desire to impress in order to be recognised. Some desires you don’t choose such as wanting the pain from a burn to go away. This fits under freedom within the laws of nature.
God blessed man with free will. I don’t think that He would choose to take away from man the things that He blessed man with.
God must have given us ability to make decisions, because otherwise, He would not be able to hold us accountable for our sin. When we decide to sin, He holds us responsible. He would not be just if our decision to sin was really His decision.
On the other hand, He is able to wrest control from us at any time He chooses. For example, consider Pr 16:33.
Pr 16:33 The lot is cast into the lap, but its every decision is from the LORD.
The Bible is logical because it uses nonscientific things such as “spirit, soul, and God” and mixes it with established science norms and established science standards. It replaces a few scientific explanations but not all of them. I’m just saying that there is existing established science that is not falsifiable but there is also existing science that can probably be falsified but hasn’t yet. Science like atoms and particles are compatible with the Bible and believing in God, the foundation of science is still the same in the Bible, just how the foundation got created is different. Some other things got replaced such as evolution not being how man came to exist. There are other sciences that are also compatible.
If you believe in a divine plan then: There’s no plan if there is no one who has free will to make the plan. What a plan describes is a belief in a script/programming that is already set to keep achieving the script/pre-programming by the script/pre-programming happening during a flowing time frame, the time frame can have a beginning and even no end. The other problem is: the Bible says that God gave man free will. So if you’re claiming that there is no free will then you don’t actually believe what the Bible says. And as far as Divine Plan, the Bible clearly states that God does not tempt man and God is not tempted. The Bible also says that we have our own desires (which shows that we have free will) and that God instructs us not to conceive and give birth to sin. This shows that none of our sins can be blamed on God nor a Divine plan. God can and has interfered with what would have been the natural occurance of things, altering the future to be a future that God desires. God let’s us use our free will and if He notices that we are deserving of his divine interference, I call that God’s plan.
I believe that God knows the future because He is capable of the illogical and the impossible. He can change the circumstances of the present whenever He wants. He gave man free will because He wants man to choose to be/do good of man’s own free will. That’s why He holds man accountable for the life that man lives. The only divine plan that the Bible mentions (besides Jesus’ life) are the prophecies, which doesn’t say nor decide anyone’s individual choices and/or life.
God is capable of the impossible and the illogical. That’s how God knows the future (if He does) and destiny doesn’t exist (God can change present circumstances to whatever He wants).
I believe that soul, spirit, and consciousness are either all the same thing or can’t exist without each other.
Doesn’t not believing in free will mean that no person is guilty of lying except the programming or design?
I believe in free will. If there is no free will, you make no choices and you control nothing. That means there’s no such thing as justification and there is no such thing as accusing. It’s all just a happening that is basically, for lack of a better word, scripted in a way that shows a depiction of logic that no one is using or random in a way that shows a depiction of logic that no one is using.
The only way to have capacity to be responsible or morally responsible is to have free will regarding mind/thought. Without that freedom, all of your mind/thoughts are, for lack of a better word, scripted in a way that depicts a logic that no one uses or random in a way that depicts a logic that no one uses.
What is an example of a situation where free will was compromised?
In the Disney animated movie “Aladdin” when Jafar used his staff with the cobra face to force the Sultan to say whatever Jafar wanted the Sultan to say.
Since one wills oneself to calculate/express/execute, does this mean the origin of one’s thoughts is one’s free will? And/Or is the origin based on impulse but doesn’t always include knowing and intention?
You often know what topic you will continue thinking about and you know why you go off topic when something related to another topic emerges in your thinking about the original topic. You’re constantly deciding what you want to think about when non-mental things aren’t distracting you or holding your focus. You know things that you want to and/or have to get done during your day, and you decide when to think about those things. People often like to analyze their daily experiences when it comes to things that brought about certain emotions/etc.. You don’t need to confirm your own existence to know that you exist. Knowing something doesn’t always require thinking. Babies know that they don’t like being alone and they don’t need to think to know that. “Wanting” and “desires” are based on our own conclusions/experiences. Experience plays a major role in why we have any slightest hint of understanding of why we “want”/“desire” something even when we were babies.
The brain produces thoughts based directly on our experiences/desires/likes/feelings/emotions and on what we experience with our senses. Those thoughts are our unique perspective of how we percieve and interpret reality. What is a mental norm for one may not be another’s mental norm. We understand our thoughts better than anyone else can, we know what we are trying to express/do even without having to rehearse it. The brain produces thoughts without us knowing why we can will it to do so, much like we can move our limbs without us knowing why we can will it to do so. Willing includes intentional reaction and we sometimes confuse intentional reaction with unintentional reaction. An example of an unintentional reaction is when a doctor uses that little hammer to hit a certain part of your knee/leg when you’re seated and it makes your leg kick up. One’s feelings is up to oneself, one can be sensitive and become tougher because one realizes that one’s expectations weren’t realistic. Trust often plays a major role in one’s expectations and feelings, which has everything to do with experience. Feelings are heavily based on likes and dislikes as well. These shape preferences that are unique to every individual. Most of those preferences are known by one without one having to calculate what one’s preferences are.
One’s intentions are based on experience, likes, and dislikes. One’s original creations are based on choices made from learning from experience. Experience happens whether one has free will or doesn’t have free will. How we manipulate our interactions/interference with reality and/or the external world is based on our abilities. Our ability of movement without having to calculate anything but, at the same time, not being involuntary (for example: babies), is based on a combination of impulses and will. Our ability to make our brains produce the precise chemical combination which produces thoughts that we intentionally tried to think up is based on a combination of impulse, want, and will. Our unwanted thoughts are sometimes our automatic reactions involving an automatic wanting of our own interpretation, understanding, and imagined imagery of what is being painted by an external source. Our ability to constantly manipulate, without pause if wanted, what we think/imagine is based on will and present experience, past experience, and anticipation/expectation of future experience. One’s “sense of self” is evident because, for the most part, one’s control of one’s body, decisions, thoughts/mental activity, conclusions, and perspective have not been involuntary (within the laws of physics and without coercion).
Willing your arms and legs to move doesn’t require thought, willing does not have to be a thought, new-born babies are an example of this.
How do you explain when your leg is shaking while you’re sitting at a classroom desk and you didn’t even realize that your leg was shaking until a little while after it started shaking? This isn’t intuitive and you didn’t try to make your leg shake.
Willing your arms and legs to move doesn’t require thought, willing does not have to be a thought, new-born babies are an example of this. Can you explain why you would think that this isn’t accurate?
Does breathing require thought? We can use thought to control our breathing when we want but when we’re breathing hard after running, thought is not required to breathe hard. Also, the sounds we make when we feel certain pains or when we are smashing against something, those sounds require will but do not require thought.
Instinctual thought is how babies think until “conscious thought with direction” is what their every instinctual thought is changing into shortly after production. This happens when babies start applying memory to their instinctual thoughts. Conscious thought with direction” originate as instinctual thought.
Will requires one’s focus and said one to be conscious. Our subconscious thoughts control automatic doings such as breathing/walking without us having to consciously think about doing it but we are able to freely switch between automatic subconscious control or conscious control by applying our focus to it when we want to consciously control it. To do this, we exercise our will, based on the never-ending choice of being able to do it whenever we want. We exercise our will to consciously control ourselves and to do so requires our focus.
How do you explain when your leg is shaking while you’re sitting at a classroom desk and you didn’t even realize that your leg was shaking until a little while after it started shaking? This isn’t intuitive and you didn’t try to make your leg shake.
Every instinctual thought is changing into “conscious thought with direction” shortly after production. This happens when babies start applying memory to their instinctual thoughts. Does “conscious thought with direction” originate as instinctual thought?
Instinctual thought is how babies think until “conscious thought with direction” is what their every instinctual thought is changing into shortly after production. This happens when babies start applying memory to their instinctual thoughts. Conscious thought with direction” originate as instinctual thought.
Is conscious thought a combination of knowing, experience, focus, and will?
Our knowing is constantly changing based on our never-ending constant fluid experience of our body’s never-ending interaction with the physical world. Our experience of our body’s never-ending interaction with the physical world provides us with never ending choices/options and/or decision-making which we can ignore or apply our focus to. Our subconscious thoughts control automatic doings such as breathing/walking without us having to consciously think about doing it but we are able to freely switch between automatic subconscious control or conscious control by applying our focus to it when we want to consciously control it. To do this, we exercise our will, based on the never-ending choice of being able to do it whenever we want. We exercise our will to control what we consiously focus on. To do this, knowing, based on our never-ending experiencing of the physical world, is required for conscious focus. In other words, we know what we want to focus on before we focus on it, instinct can throw this off at times. Knowing also constantly changes based on what we consciously conclude. Conscious thoughts emerge when we know what we want to convey before we calculate and express the calculated expression of what we want to convey. This is either conscious thought or knowing. Some might argue that the thought doesn’t start until the calculation process. Knowing is based on a combination of our never-ending constant fluid experience of our body’s never-ending interaction with the physical world and the never ending choices/options that that never-ending interaction provides. We know what we want to convey before we calculate and express the calculated expression of what we want to convey. To choose what to focus on, we exercise our will, to choose to calculate/express something, we exercise our will.
A thought’s origin is not the calculation when calculating/commiting expression of that thought in a way that can be received by others, is this concept accurate?
Conscious thoughts:
Example: One of the deafblind "males" was only taught how to interact with a woman who could see and hear. The deafblind does not visualize anything mentally and speaks nothing mentally. And before he expresses his expression, he knows what he is trying to express. This example is a hypothesis. But if it is true that he visualizes something mentally and speaks something mentally, then "his multiple creations", "scenarios generated in the form of thought / imagination" "Is probably his predominantly intentional sequence of segments in those scenarios" "(one sequence of many segments = one scenario) (one difference in" sequence / segment "between two scenarios = Two different scenarios or two same scenarios, but the two scenarios have two different perspectives / views from each other). "These scenarios are made up of segments," mainly in a deliberate order, "and segments can undergo endless changes, during creation, until the end of the scenario. (Endless changes: Similar to the concept of endless changes in the number of recorded milliseconds from the beginning of creation to "in progress" and "current"). There are many different segments. There are multiple segments that are "non-audio non-image things". There are multiple segments that are audio. There are multiple segments that are images. He may create segments in a seemingly strange and fluidly changing order. The order of the segments may even be logical, but when observed, it may give the non-deafblind the impression that it is a "different world." These mental scenarios, when observed, can give the impression that they are a very "different world" for those who are not deafblind. Even if "all sounds" and "all images" do not exist and have never existed in reality / method, you can "know" that you like something. Even if "all sounds" and "all images" do not exist and have never existed in reality / method, you can "think" that you like something. As an example, I like warmth (temperature).
Conscious thinking begins with already knowing what you want to convey before you calculate how to express what you want to convey in a way that others can receive.
How do you explain when your leg is shaking while you’re sitting at a classroom desk and you didn’t even realize that your leg was shaking until a little while after it started shaking? This isn’t intuitive and you didn’t try to make your leg shake.
What comes first, wanting to do/say something, or the thought of wanting to do/say something? Is knowing and/or feelings not an initiation requirement of wanting?
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patt-off · 16 hours ago
hey, what if logan and patton were just driving somewhere together, and someone put on the radio and they sang along to 80s songs together and they looked into each other’s eyes (at a stoplight, of course) and both were overwhelmed with their love for each other at that moment and then the light turned green and they kept driving, knowing that they had a great husband - logicality anon
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Is all science falsifiable?
Just by looking at the spelling of the word falsify/falsifiable, you can deduce that it means “to make false”. The only way to make something false is to prove that it is inaccurate.
The actual definition of Falsify - 1. alter (information or evidence) so as to mislead. 2. prove (a statement or theory) to be false.
The known science behind anything is only falsifiable if it can be proven to be wrong/inaccurate. This is why the word falsifiable is often an assumption. There are a lot of things that we know the science behind, but that we also don’t know if that science behind it can be proven wrong/inaccurate, therefore we don’t know if the science behind those things is falsifiable. Calling it falsifiable seems plausible because it would be foolish to rule out “what we think might be possibilities” resulting from our awareness of not knowing everything and our knowing that we might still discover/create new things.
Unless you have a logical replacement/alternative for any explanation known as established science, “claiming that the explanation (known as established science) is not valid” is not justified and not beneficial for anyone. You can’t prove anything with only word logic if you don’t have a logical explanation that does the proving.
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Logan: *sigh and crosses his arms* It seems there is no avoiding it.
Patton, fixing their clothes: What's 'no avoiding it?'
Logan: ...
Logan, blushing: There's only one bed here.
Patton: ...It..
Patton: It's our honeymoon..? I don't-
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Logic relies on the premises. “The premises” = “What is evident/provided”
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What is the truth about logic? What is the truth about science?
Our understanding of logic is based on natural sciences, whether we’re articulate enough to explain the logic or not. Natural sciences are only based on formal logic.
Can science be considered science if said science isn’t logical when said science comes to the topic of formal logic?
No. The scientific method is essentially the assertion of a hypothesis and then attempting to use observations to find a contradiction and disprove or support the hypothesis. In formal logic, we start with known premises (evidence) to get to a conclusion. If the premises contradict the conclusion, then we know with certainty that the conclusion is false. If the premises can derive the conclusion, then we know with certainty that the conclusion is correct. (We might also not be able to prove something from a given set of premises and then we need to add more).
Science lacks this certainty because premises are never fully known, but a similar method is used. It is Popper's idea (which is not entirely uncontested) that (within empirical inquiry) something is science if it is falsifiable. In other words, all science needs to be actable on by the model I described. "Science" which doesn't do this isn't science.
Science and logic are co-dependant, if one changes, then the other automatically changes. That’s why everyone is able to know who is being logical and who isn’t being logical. Science and logic remain the same for everyone.
The written expression/representation of science can change, but the foundation (formal logic) remains the same. Which means that the model that science is based on never changes.
Beliefs matter in logic because, for example, if a person believes that 2+2=87247, then that person is being illogical. Being illogical is unhealthy.
(Consider this: you are alone in a void. Since you have very little else to do, let's say you assert that a proposition "A" is true. It does not matter what "A" is, just that it is true. Then, assert that "If A is true, then B is too!" and "If B is true, then C is true as well!". Note two things: these are arbitrary propositions and it doesn't matter what they are called or what is in them. Secondly, they do not rely on anything physical or empirical. You are in the void and have no idea about these notions.
From this assertion that "A" is true, you deduce "B" and "C". You are able to do this because you are a cognitive being. But notice: no science was necessary! Hence, logic cannot be codependent on science, because we just did logic without it!
Let's now try and do science without logic. Consider you have landed on a new planet and wish to assert whether all the rocks are purple. When you land you find a green rock. Without logic, you will not see the contradiction (that all rocks being purple and there exists a green (non-purple) rock and incompatible). Your observations are meaningless because you lack a framework.)
Even when considering that, that logic is not based on confirmation and is therefore an assumption. Which means it probably isn’t logic at all. Also, if there is a green rock, if his senses are able to see the difference, then it is illogical to think that there is no color difference. Logic doesn’t exist without being able to confirm something.
(So this is the root of the disagreement. It does exist without being able to confirm something. All logic does (and this is quite powerful, but limited) is say "If these things are true, then those things are true." This is what logic is, essentially. No need to confirm "these things" when we talk about logic.
(We say someone is illogical if they assert "2+2 = 3" but rigorously, this is incorrect. The argument If "2+2 = 3" then "2 = 1" is perfectly logical. The premise is just wrong. We say the argument is not sound (sound is valid and true).
The fact is: we don’t say someone is logical if they say 2+2=3. Math is pure logic, trying to say that incorrect math is logical is illogical. 2 never equals 1. It is very obviously evident.
(The argument If "2+2 = 3" then "2=1" is logical. And in fact, we can prove it is logical simply by using the law of the contrapositive. We know 2!=1. By this law, If 2!=1 then 2+2!=4.
In English, if (for some odd reason) 2+2 = 3, then 2 = 1. But since we know certainly 2 does not equal 1, we also know 2+2 does not equal 3.
So in summary, using the premises If "2+2 = 3" then "2=1" and 2!=1, we derived 2+2!=4 using the law of the contrapositive! All of this is perfectly logical.)
That is logic based on what is not evident and doesn’t apply to understanding the world. If the world provides what is evident, then the logic that was provided in the argument obviously isn’t valid in physical reality. English is based on what is evident.
Systems of formal logic are empirical. That’s why the word “theory” exists when it comes to unconfirmed things derived from formal logic systems.
The observable world matters tremendously. When you hold two apples, it is clearly illogical and not valid to call two apples one apple.
Numbers are observable in the form of counting.
(The observable world does not matter in the domain of logic. That's not logic's "thing".
Validity: when the conclusion can be derived from the premises. The truthfulness of the premises doesn't matter.
Logical: is valid; illogical is not valid!)
If the premises are “what is being taken into consideration”, such as “what is already provided to work with (evident), in your example you provided that 2+2=3, therefore you gave a logical answer based on the premises provided (aka what you made evident). If validity is derived from the premises, the observable world is the premises (it is evident and provided).
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Is our understanding of logic not science, whether we’re articulate enough to explain the logic or not?
Do we not derive logical ideas only from our observation of the world?
Philosophy is science that hasn’t been confirmed.
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Healing Fractures
Logan’s been carrying the weight of their family on his shoulders for so long, he doesn’t know how to put it down.
Pairing: platonic Logan & Roman is the focus, romantic logicality
Word count: 2699
Warnings: shouting, unhealthy coping mechanisms, anger issues, references to the cycle of abuse, emotional hurt/comfort
Notes: a missing scene in my Pieces verse taking place between chapters nine and ten of Chipped Tea Sets
thank you to @trivia-goddess for beta-reading!
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The rest of the afternoon after Roman's announcement passed in pleasant, amicable small talk, and Logan felt numb the entire time.
Oh, he participated – after twenty-five years, Logan was remarkably adept at behaving "normally" when he was distressed, and while he knew he wasn't quite fooling anyone except perhaps Janus and Virgil, he was at least not doing too poor a job that anyone pointed his behavior out.
Patton kept sending him increasingly worried looks when no one was paying attention, and when they finally left Roman's solar late in the afternoon – Logan hugged Roman stiffly goodbye and tried to ignore his heart cracking clean in two when Roman gave him a wary look before accepting – Patton took his hand firmly as they walked through the halls to their own quarters, even though normally Logan was too anxious to allow such open displays of affection in the more public areas of the house.
Now, he clung to Patton's hand like a lifeline, like an anchor in a storm. He felt like he might shatter if Patton let go.
Logan pulled their door open stiffly and led them in. Patton shut it behind them, before taking Logan's other hand and pulling him to face him.
"Hey," he murmured softly, "Talk to me, honey."
But Logan could already feel himself clamming up, his words clogging in his throat and the impulse to cram all of it, the distress and the fear and the hurt down into some dark place and ignore it rather than face it.
"I am fine," he lied, knowing Patton wouldn't believe him and wondering why he even bothered.
"You aren't," said Patton gently, "It's okay not to be fine. But I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong, honey, and I don't know what could have gotten you this upset."
I don't need your help, he almost snapped, but he managed to swallow it before it came out.
He knew, of course, that behavior was learned. It was a miracle that Logan and his brothers had turned out the way they had, when their models of parenthood were so abysmal.
But Logan felt it, sometimes. The impulse to snap at Patton when he prodded at spots that were too tender. To lash out in anger and push him away. Oh, Logan was well aware what kind of temper he'd inherited.
Was that why? Had Roman seen it?
Had Roman been afraid of him?
"Logan," said Patton gently, squeezing his hands.
Logan dropped them, his heart feeling strangled in his chest. He turned away from Patton and crossed the room in quick, long strides, suddenly terrified of what he might do if Patton remained in arms reach when Logan felt this upset.
"Logan, please," Patton pleaded, "You gotta talk to me."
"It isn't important," said Logan stiffly, "I will get over it."
"Sweetheart," said Patton, "Please."
"I don't want to talk about it," said Logan, sharper than he meant to.
His back was to Patton, who was quiet for several long moments, and Logan wondered what he must be thinking. What Logan must look like, cruel and bitter and standoffish.
"Logan," said Patton, a little more solemnly, "You know I never wanna push you too much. But- honey. You kind of- clammed up back there, and I'm worried about-"
He cut off, and something miserably bitter curled in Logan's chest.
"Roman," he said flatly, "You're worried about Roman."
"... A little bit, honey," said Patton, achingly gentle, "I don't think anything bad of you, of course not. But I can tell you're upset, and I wanna know why so I can maybe help you work through it."
"I will not hurt Roman," said Logan, voice trembling.
"No!" exclaimed Patton, "I know that honey, of course I know that. I understand-"
"You don't!" Logan shouted, something snapping, hands flying up to yank at his own hair rather than slam his fist down on the dresser and risk scaring Patton.
"You don't, you don't get it!" said Logan, turning on Patton as his eyes flooded with tears, "One job, I have one job Patton, and that is to keep my brothers safe! Take care of them!"
Patton was watching him with an unreadable expression, and somehow it just made Logan feel worse, like some clawing, miserable thing.
"Mother and Father fired Nanny when they were seven!" said Logan tears streaming down his face, "They were children, they needed – stories and games and they needed to be comforted when they were sick or hurt or scared and that is my job,"
"Oh, Logan," said Patton softly.
"Months," sobbed Logan, all the fight leaving him as he sank to the floor in a heap of tears and snot and mortifying vulnerability, "Months I hurt them, misgendered them constantly, and Roman didn't even tell me. Like- like I would be angry with him or hurt him-"
"Logan, oh, Logan, honey," said Patton, his own voice thick and wet as he crossed the room to crouch in front of Logan and take his hands again, "Honey, I promise that's not what's going on. Roman wasn't scared of you sweetheart."
"How can you say that?" said Logan, "When they told Virgil before me? Janus, before me, who isn't even his soulmate-"
"Logan-"
"How can you say that when I've spent the past five minutes screaming at you?" said Logan, voice ragged, "How can anyone possibly expect better of me than this if I can't even control myself enough not to shout at my own soulmate? Of course Roman was scared, I'm not any better than our par-"
"No," said Patton, sharply enough that Logan cut off and didn't finish the sentence.
"No," Patton repeated, gentler, reaching out to push some of Logan's hair out of his face, "Don't. Don't even say it. You aren't, of course you aren't. You could never be."
"But how do you know that?"
"Because you're good and kind and wonderful and literally crying because you're terrified at even the thought you might have scared your baby sibling, sweetheart," said Patton patiently.
Logan couldn’t seem to come up with any kind of rebuttal for that.
“C’mere,” said Patton, “This is a snuggles-on-soft-things conversation, not a floor one.”
Logan let Patton guide him to his feet and lead him like a child, sitting sideways on the couch and tugging Logan to lay on his stomach with his head rested in Patton’s lap. Patton immediately dug his fingers into Logan’s hair, and Logan felt himself relax marginally.
“Okay,” said Patton, “I’m gonna tell you a few things. And I think you might not like some of them, but I promise I’m not saying them to be mean.”
Logan swallowed anxiously.
“Okay,” he said quietly.
“Alright,” said Patton, “First – you should never have been taking care of Remus and Roman like that.”
Logan bristled immediately, but Patton made a soft crooning noise and scratched his scalp.
“I’m not saying it was bad,” said Patton soothingly, “Or that you did anything wrong. But that’s a parent’s job, sweetheart, not a brother’s. You were so upset that they were only seven, that they were kids, but that means you were only- what? Ten or eleven? That’s too much for a little boy, Logan, no matter how much you loved them.”
Logan had to swallow around a lump in his throat.
“Second,” said Patton, “You’re right that… the shouting’s not great. But you have had… maybe the worst role models in what I think might be the whole wide world some days, and I’m not gonna be mad at you, or scared of you, if you sometimes have less-than-great coping skills.”
“You should be,” muttered Logan.
“Well, you don’t get to decide how I feel, do ya mister?” said Patton brightly, and Logan huffed a wet laugh.
“And the last thing, which I really know you’re not gonna like,” continued Patton, “Is… I think it might actually be a good thing that Roman went to someone other than you or Remus with this.”
Logan went rigid, and Patton shushed him softly.
“Not because I think you or Remus would have been bad at it,” he said gently, “But… Logan, it’s been the three of you, and only the three of you, for so, so long. Private tutors instead of going to school, not allowed to be friends with the servants, not allowed to even leave, and barely able to get away with even touching each other on top of it all. It’s good that you still had each other, but it’s not good that that’s all you had.”
He bent forward to kiss Logan on top of the head.
“Especially you,” said Patton quietly, “Feeling like you had to shoulder all of it yourself. That’s not fair to any of you, and it’s not healthy.”
He ran the hand that wasn’t combing through Logan’s hair across his back.
“But now,” said Patton, “You can come to me, and so can Remus and Roman. They can go to Virgil, or Janus. We’re still not the biggest family, but you aren’t alone anymore. You don’t have to do it all by yourself. We can all help each other.”
Shoving his face into Patton’s thigh, Logan let out a muffled, choked noise.
“Shh, it’s okay,” whispered Patton, “It’s okay baby. You can cry, everything’s gonna be fine.”
Curling up, Logan pressed his face to Patton’s stomach, and let himself cry.
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Virgil was a heavy sleeper.
Roman didn't often take unfair advantage of it, usually only to get up and go to the bathroom without waking him, but tonight they left a little note on their pillow for Virgil to find in case Roman was still gone when he woke up, and walked out of their quarters.
He should let it go. Logan hadn't said anything bad – he'd said he would practice and thanked Roman for telling him and promised he wasn't mad, and Logan never promised anything he didn't mean.
But something was wrong. Roman didn't know what, but they could tell.
He didn't even know what he was going to do when he got to Logan and Patton's quarters. It was the middle of the night – they couldn't just barge in and demand Logan's attention like they were children again, not when he shared a room with Patton.
But Roman didn't know what else to do – he certainly couldn't sleep like this.
The door of Logan's solar was already open for some reason when Roman arrived at it, and they hesitantly stuck their head inside. The bedroom and office lights were clearly off under the shut doors, and Roman wilted.
He should just go back to bed. What had they even been thinking?
"Roman?"
Jolting, Roman stood up ramrod straight and whirled on his heel.
It was only Patton, squinting and sans glasses in the dim light, and Roman felt mortified heat crawling up their neck.
"What's up-" Patton's sentence broke in the middle with a huge yawn, "-Buttercup?"
"I- I just, um..."
Patton squinted a little before smiling softly.
"Tell you what," he said softly, "Why don't I go sleep in a guest room, and you and your brother have a talk."
"I can't- I can't just kick you out of your own quarters-" Roman mumbled.
"Roman, there's more guest rooms in this house than any ten folks know what to do with and they've all got feather mattresses. I'll be fine."
Patton leaned over to pat him on the arm, and Roman grabbed his hand on autopilot, squeezing.
"What- what if he doesn't wanna see me?" they croaked.
"Oh, sweetheart," said Patton, squeezing him back, "Don't be silly. Logan always wants to see you."
He carefully pulled his hand out of Roman's, and turned back down the hall.
Roman stood there in the doorway of the solar for another long minute, worrying their lip. Finally, he squared his shoulders and crossed the room to Logan's bedroom door.
It creaked ominously when they opened it, and they winced. Logan let out a short, questioning grunt from the dark bed.
"Pat?" he said groggily.
"Um... no," said Roman quietly.
Logan lurched up.
"Roman?" he called.
"... Yeah," said Roman, hesitating a little as he stepped into the room.
They both stared for a moment, before Logan's face crumpled in a strange way and he reached out a hand and made the little squeezy motion they'd learned from Patton. Grabby hands, he'd called them.
Roman came over and crawled carefully up onto the bed, relaxing when Logan gently wrapped his arms around their shoulders, tucking Roman up against his chest.
Not mad. Logan was upset, and Roman didn't know why, and that was bad, but he wasn't mad, and some terribly anxious thing unfurled a little in Roman's chest.
Logan pressed his face into Roman's hair. He patted Roman on the back gently, a little awkwardly.
"Are you okay?" said Roman.
Logan let out a short, humorless laugh.
"I should be asking you that. You are the one who has had a stressful experience."
Roman frowned.
"We can both ask," he muttered a little petulantly.
Logan laughed again, a little more genuinely.
"Very well," he said, "I am okay. Are you?"
"Are you mad at me?" Roman blurted.
Inhaling sharply, Logan went tense and still, and Roman felt tiny in his arms.
"No," said Logan, his voice slightly strangled, "No Roman, never. I could never be mad at you."
"Completely untrue," said Roman nervously.
"Not for something like this," said Logan, "Never, Roman,"
"Then why... why are you..."
Logan sighed, and wind ruffled Roman's hair.
"Have I ever told you," said Logan abruptly, "That I was present when you learned to walk?"
Roman furrowed their brow, shaking their head no.
"You were two, and I was five," said Logan, "And you took two steps on your own after Nanny let go of your hands and felt right into my lap, tore the page of my book, and then you burst into tears."
"Am I in trouble for this twenty years after the fact?"
"No," said Logan, amused, "I helped you sit up. I wiped your face with my sleeve and I held your hand. Nanny must not have been paying attention, because I wasn't supposed to, and I knew I wasn't supposed to. But you were crying and- and it was terrible. I remember thinking it was the worst feeling in the world, seeing you cry."
Roman felt a lump in his throat.
"So I decided," said Logan, voice wobbling, "That I would do anything if it meant you didn't cry again. I became... rather annoying to Nanny, I think, constantly following the two of you around and hovering over you with toys to placate you with the moment you seemed upset."
Laughing, Roman let their face fall to rest on Logan's chest.
"When they moved me out of the nursery I started having... in hindsight I believe they were anxiety attacks." said Logan, "I couldn't- I couldn't handle the thought that you could be hurt or scared and I wouldn't be there."
Logan swallowed audibly.
"... I still can't," he croaked.
Roman burrowed further into Logan's arms, chest aching.
"But... you are not two. Or four, or seven, or even fifteen," said Logan wetly, "I can't follow you around the nursery and fix every upset with toys or games I made up on the spot."
"I mean, you could try," said Roman, trying to lighten the mood a little, and Logan pinched his side in retaliation.
"I'm glad you had Virgil, and Janus," said Logan, "Because- because I would have tried, but I wouldn't have known enough to help you with this. I am... just going to have to grow used to the idea that you will not always need me anymore."
“Also completely untrue,” said Roman wetly.
Logan went still.
“I am always going to need my big brother,” croaked Roman, “No matter what.”
Laughing a little, Logan reached up to pat them gently on the hair.
“That… is comforting,” he said faintly.
Sniffing, Roman curled up small in his brother’s arms, and when he dreamed, it was only of laughter and play.
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reality is to fiction as the trojan horse is to the logicality incorrect quote with the box of puppies
Greeks: What would you say if I had brought in an army and invaded the city of Troy to win this war?
the people of Troy: ...What's in the horse?
Greeks:
the people of Troy: What is in the horse, Greece?
Greeks: I think you know.
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The Perfect Cake
[OH MY GOD GUYS LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!! 
A couple days ago, i suddenly remembered that I HAVE AN AO3 ACCOUNT. I completely forgot I had one. So I went back and looked at my works and holy hell guys, I had a ONESHOT BOOK! BUT I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT ONESHOTS WERE SO I CALLED THEM ‘Sanders Stories’, BECAUSE THEY WERE SANDERS SIDES. THEY’RE KIND OF CRAPPY BUT ALSO REALLY NOSTALGIC AND I’M SO HAPPY I FOUND THEM!!!!
This one particular one is called “The Perfect Cake,” and i’m actually kind of proud of past me for it, even though it’s not that good. It’s fluffy Logicality with a gallon of Patton angst because that is literally all I’m good at writing.
So I’m going to leave this here, as well as a link to the book! GUYS I’M JUST SO HAPPY!]
[In case you’re confused, the link I send will be to the whole book so the first chapter isn’t the one that I’m pasting here. This chapter, The Perfect Cake, is the second oneshot and the first one is prinxiety]
Link to book
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Pairings: Logicality
TW: Baking, feelings of worthlessness, crying, birthday, breakdown
Summary: It’s Logan’s birthday tomorrow, and Patton is determined to bake the PERFECT cake for it (Even if he hasn’t baked that much before.) He’s trying his best, but he can’t do it alone.
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Patton stood in the center of the kitchen.
He often had the same feeling in his stomach before he cooked something big; He had to mentally prepare himself for hours of work.
Logan's Birthday was tomorrow, and Patton had to make it the best possible birthday! This was the anniversary of the first day Thomas went to preschool- the day Logan was formed.
Patton remembered that day like it was yesterday. He remembered a small toddler with an intelligent sparkle in his eye knocking on the door of the commons, he remembered how he swore Patton's hugs might suffocate someone. He remembered growing up with him, and slowly falling in love, and-
Shoot. No. These emotions weren't logical, it was impossible for Logan to like Patton back. He had to stop thinking like that.
Illogical feelings or not, tomorrow was Logan's day to shine, and it had to be perfect. Patton had to bake the most amazing, most beautiful, most delicious cake ever to grace the Mind-scape.
Patton took a deep breath and got to work.
After a few hours, Patton had been worked to death. He had been trying and trying to make the perfect cake, but it was always just wrong, or the product of a mistake. His pink apron was wrinkled and dirty, and he had streaks of batter all over his face. He had started at 6 am, and it was now 8. He sighed and rubbed his face, grateful that he still had his optimism.
"Patton? You ok, Padre?"
Patton turned to find Roman standing in the kitchen doorway, eyes sparking with worry.
Patton smiled. "Oh, I'm alright, kiddo. Just trying to bake a cake for Logan. I can't seem to get it right."
Roman smirked and came in. "Want some help? I've never baked before, but I'll help if it's bothering you."
Patton grinned and gave the Prince a huge hug. "Thank you so much, kiddo! I'm sure you will be a great help!"
Oh, how wrong Patton had been.
Virgil had often joked about how Roman wouldn't stop singing to save his life, and Patton was pretty sure that was true. Every 5 minutes, just as they started to get some work done, the prince would start belting out lyrics to disney songs or dancing around the kitchen. They got as far as perfectly mixing the batter before Patton had to stop him.
"Look, kiddo..." Patton started, rubbing his hands together and trying to find a way to put this nicely. "You helped me make the perfect batter, and I am so proud of you for that, but I think maybe you should clock out? You have been a great help, but you... Um... Sing a lot." Patton winced, afraid Roman was going to be offended.
Roman nodded in understanding and put a hand on patton's shoulder. "Hey, don't worry about it. I know I can be distracting. Do you want me to go see if Virgil will help you?"
Patton nodded, thankful. "That would be great!"
Roman left the kitchen yelling "HOT TOPIC! PAT WANTS YOU!"
Patton watched him go with a proud smile, and then turned to clean up the kitchen.
Just as he was halfway through cleaning, Virgil came into the kitchen with his hood up. "Sup', Pop star?"
Patton grinned and gave Virgil a big hug, which the emo reluctantly returned. "My dark, strange son! I am baking a cake for Logan’s birthday, and I need your help!" Patton pulled away from Virgil, smiling. "Roman already helped me make the batter, but he can be a bit much in the kitchen. Would you mind helping out for the rest of the process?"
Virgil shrugged. "I have nothing better to do."
Patton knew that that was Virgil's way of saying "I would love to."
Virgil was very helpful cleaning up the kitchen. He had a sort of efficient way of doing things, just one after the other, not saying a word. It was kind of satisfying to watch.
It got a bit hectic after that, though. Once they were done cleaning, they had to pour the batter into the pans. It was going to be a big cake, like, "Corpse Bride" big. So they had to use multiple pans and lots of batter. Virgil had violently shaky hands, and had lots of trouble pouring the batter in. In the end, Patton had to pour all the batter himself, and the kitchen ended up very messy.
Virgil's eyeshadow was darker than when he had initially come in. "I-im sorry... I didn't mean to mess up, I just-"
Patton smiled at him and pulled him into a hug. "No no, you didn't do anything wrong, kiddo! You just had a little trouble with steadying your hands. I'm very proud of you for helping me clean up, but maybe we should get someone else to help us here? Maybe Jan?"
Virgil smirked sadly. "I think maybe i'll duck out for now, but I'll tell Janus you want his help."
"Thanks, son!"
Virgil stepped out of the kitchen yelling "HEY SNAKE BOY!"
Patton sighed. This was not going the way he had wanted it to. He did realize that if Janus ended up being bad at this, his last choice was Remus, and he was terrified of going down that road.
He had just cleaned the batter from the stovetop when Janus walked into the kitchen. "Hey Pat, did you need something?"
Pat smiled tiredly. "Hey, Janjan. I was going to bake a cake for Logan, but i'm having some trouble. Roman and Virge weren't so good at it, so I wanted to see if you would help?"
Jan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm tooooootally not disappointed that you worked with Emo and Sir Singalot before you thought about the second smartest person here," He said sarcastically.
"Mm-hm!" Patton managed to say before taking a deep breath to control himself.
Janus helped Patton bake the cake and even out the tops with a bread knife. The next thing they had to do was spread the buttercream filling on the layers so they could be stacked.
Jan looked in the fridge like Patton told him to. "I don't see the buttercream."
Patton walked over and scanned the fridge. It was gone.
He took a few deep breaths and ran a hand through his hair. "Where the heck is it? If I have to make more, I swear I will-"
"Make more of what?" Remus poked his head into the kitchen curiously.
"The buttercream filling for Logan's cake is gone."
Remus cocked his head. "Buttercream? Hmmm... OH! Yeah, I ate that."
Patton's eyes widened. "You did WHAT?" Remus smiled fearfully while Patton yelled. "THE ONE THING YOU EAT THAT IS ACTUAL FOOD, AND IT HAS TO BE THE BUTTERCREAM?"
For once, Janus looked worried. "Patton, are you ok? You aren't acting like yourself..."
The dad side breathed in and out rapidly, his hands running through his hair. He tried to calm himself down- He was the happy side, not the angry side. He could get through this. "I'm fine. I'm calm. I can do this."
"Gee, I'm sorry, Pat," Said Remus. He suddenly grinned. "I can throw it up for you, if you want!"
"NO! No, no. I think we will be ok," Janus said, pushing Remus out of the room. He turned to face Pat. "Patpat, are you ok?"
Janus sometimes called Patton Patpat, mostly as payback for Patton calling him Janjan. But when the two became good friends, they used them as nicknames instead.
"I'm fine, Janjan. I'm just having some feelings. Feelings are okay though! I'm ok."
Janus sighed. "If you say so."
They worked together to make a new batch of buttercream, allowing the cake to cool. The original buttercream had been baby blue, but Patton had no more baby blue dye, so they used indigo instead. They layered and stacked the cake with the buttercream, used support sticks to keep the cake from falling over, and then started to layer it with dark blue fondant.
Patton looked over at Janus. "Would you mind taking off the gloves? Sorry, but this is very delicate and I think you should use your bare hands."
Janus frowned. "I shouldn't. I have scales on my left hand, if I use it, it will leave a scale imprint on the fondant."
Patton blinked sadly at him. "Oh, ok."
Patton handled the fondant, and as he fit it into place, he thought the cake looked beautiful. "Only one thing left to do: DECORATE!!!"
Patton was an amazing decorator.
After years of theming cookies and cupcakes to each side, baking birthday cakes, and writing messages in crofters jelly for a scavenger hunt, Patton had a handle on how to make things look presentable. Right now, It was a giant 3-layer cake with blue fondant covering, but soon, it would be a masterpiece.
Janus coughed uncomfortably behind Patton. "Um... Since i'm not very good at this stuff... Can I go? I have my own present I wanted to work on."
Patton smiled at him. "Sure! Don't spoil anything to Lolo, ok?"
Deceit nodded and almost left the kitchen before turning back and saying, "Uh, hey, Patpat? Don't stress yourself out too much, 'Kay?"
Patton nodded back. "Of course."
Janus smiled, relieved, and left.
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Patton was SO TIRED.
It was 8 in the morning on Logan's Birthday. Patton had worked all night on that cake and when he had finally finished it, he went right to bed without doing anything in between. He had just woken up, feeling groggy and confused, but he made himself get out of bed because it was Logan's special day.
Logan woke up that day happy. He knew that a birthday was pointless, it was a celebration of one year passing in an entities life, it made no logical sense. But if the other sides wanted to shower him with attention once per fricking year, he did not want to miss this chance.
Patton got out of bed the last out of all the others. Logan had woken up to the other four sides, Janus, Remus, Roman, and Virgil ready for him in the living room with gifts and treats. Logan had thought that Patton would be the first there, energized and grinning, the way he always was. But Patton was nowhere in sight.
When Patton did come out, he put on his best happy face and gave Logan the biggest hug he could muster. Logan smiled a little. "To this day, I swear, your hugs might suffocate someone!"
Patton laughed and grinned at him, just happy he had gotten through yesterday.
First, they made breakfast. Jan made waffles with crofters jelly and eggs, and they all sat around the table reminiscing about the past. They talked about when logan first got his glasses, when he had a stutter, and everything else that Patton could remember. Which was everything, since Patton kept every memory stored in his room.
Next, they had gifts. Roman gave him a lab in the imagination; with chemistry sets, a telescope, and books upon books upon books. It was his own little area in Roman's realm so Logan could enjoy himself every now and then. Virgil gave him a dictionary of every word in the world, in every language. Janus gave him a replica of the Library of Alexandria, with all of the scrolls and books still there. "The original one was burned down with all of it's knowledge," he said, "So here is-" "OH MY GOD I LOVE IT THANK YOU!" Remus gave Logan an animal to dissect. But it wasn't a real animal, it was something Remus had made to give Logan something to do.
Patton promised Logan that his gift would come after dinner. He felt as though his cake paled in comparison to all of the gifts his friends had given. I mean, the Library of Alexandria? Patton sunk lower in his chair.
After gifts, they had lunch in a beautiful field that Roman had created, where the flies ate grass instead of your food, and every bird was adorned with beautiful shimmering colors and tail feathers. They had PB&J sandwiches (with crofters, of course), Goldfish, and apples. They talked for hours about nothing in particular, every now and then asking Roman about the creatures that walked by.
Logan was having a great time, but something seemed off. He looked around at the group and his eyes settled on Patton. The more he looked at him, the more tired he seemed. Logan noticed shadows under Patton's eyes for the first time, and saw that his smile was beginning to look more and more forced. Logan began to worry that one of them had done something wrong. The usual bundle of joy and energy that was Patton looked a lot more docile and tired than before.
Once it started to get dark (because Roman had set a day-night cycle in the imagination just so they would know when to go) they went back to the commons for dinner. Janus cooked some brown sugared ham with peas and rice, while Patton left to get the cake ready.
As Patton walked into the kitchen, he took a look at the cake on the pedestal. Dark fondant with baby blue frosting in swirls, and a little fondant necktie decoration on the second tear to tease about Logan's necktie. The name "Logan" was scribbled in white frosting on top.
He remembered the tall pillars in the Library of Alexandria Jan had made, he remembered the sparkling equipment Roman had conjured. He remembered the giant dictionary, the animal-
Patton looked at the cake and sighed. He honestly didn't know what he was thinking. But this was what he had done. He would just have to work with it, and maybe make up for it with a different gift later.
He picked up the large cake in his arms. It was very heavy, and there was one whole room between the kitchen and the dining room; the living area. Patton just had to bring it over.
He left the kitchen with the cake, and he was doing well with it considering he couldn't see his feet, and then he tripped.
...and then he tripped.
His foot caught against something on the ground and he stumbled, causing the cake to drop out of his arms and onto the floor. It fell sideways, and broke upon impact, and the cake broke up on the floor. Bits and pieces everywhere. Patton had fallen, and he had scraped his elbow, but he didn't care. He didn't care anymore.
He had spent a whole god-forsaken day trying to get this right. He remembered Roman's singing, Virgil's shaky hands, Remus's eating habits, Janus' scales, and he could feel himself sinking into the ground. He just wanted this to be perfect. Logan deserved something perfect.
The cake was broken, and the world was quiet, and Patton wondered for a moment if he had gone deaf. The Mindscape was silent. He felt the tears on his cheeks, but he didn't cry. Patton was the joyful and happy side, so he didn't cry. Water fell from his eyes in waterfalls and rivers across his skin, but he wasn't crying, that's not how he worked. Even when sobs racked his body and made his chest hurt. He wasn't crying.
It was just a god forsaken cake, why the heck was he crying? It was just a cake. It was just a cake.
Shoot, this isn't ABOUT THE CAKE.
Logan and all the other sides sat in the dining room, talking happily about whatever came to mind. Patton had left to get the cake, but he hadn't come back yet. Logan had eaten his dinner and was now staring at the door. He tried to focus on the conversation, but he thought Patton seemed a little late.
"Hey, Nerd, whatcha' looking at?" Roman asked, walking up behind his chair, bending down, and following Logan's line of sight.
Logan didn't turn his gaze from the door. "I feel like Pat should have been back by now. Actually, Roman, maybe you could check on him?"
Behind Logan's back, Roman and Virgil exchanged a glance, and Roman understood immediately.
"Actually, Lo, maybe you should go check on him? It is your cake after all."
Logan stood up from his chair and walked out of the dining room. "I suppose so."
Virgil snickered. "Oh my god, he is so oblivious. I ship them so badly..."
Logan walked out of the dining room and almost choked.
Patton was on the floor, with his hands in his face. Was he crying? Patton didn't cry. He was too happy to cry. He was too fricking perfect to cry. WHO THE HECK MADE PAT CRY?
Then logan saw the floor. The cake, he realized, was broken up and smashed to bits on the ground. The fondant was ripped apart, save for a small black fondant necktie. Patton must have dropped the cake. It looked like it had been big.
Logan didn't hesitate for a second. He kneeled down beside Patton, wrapping his arms around him and quietly letting him sob.
Patton felt someone's arms around him, and they had glasses, he knew, because the glasses were pressed against his temple. But that meant it was Logan. Logan was here, and he can see the cake, and he is probably so mad. Patton wrapped his arms around Logan and cried into his shoulder. He didn't like Logan to be angry. Hugs fixed that. Right?
"Pat? Patton, don't cry, what's wrong?"
Patton could barely find the breath to speak.
"I-I dropped it. The thing... I-I mess-Messed up... It's all g-gone..."
"Shhhh. Shhh, it's not your fault, don't worry. Patton, I love the cake. It's looks like it was beautiful, thank you."
Patton just kept sobbing, his glasses getting foggy. Logan knew the side was emotional, but really, it was just a cake, and Logan wasn't even mad at Patton. In fact, Logan didn't think he was capable of being mad at Patton.
Patton was sad about the cake. Of course, it was horribly destroyed, and he had spent a long, tiresome day making it perfect. And now it was all gone, and Patton had no gift to give.
To Pat, this was bigger than that though. Logan was supposed to have the perfect birthday, but Patton had messed all of that up. He had nothing to give logan. Every day of his life, his goal was to give something, to be helpful, and to care for others. He had messed up today.
"I-i don't know wh-what to do. I just... I just wanted-d to g-give you something. I-It's a-all gone n-now. Th-the d-day is ruined."
Logan frowned. What would someone with a better sense of emotions say? Seeing Patton like this made him so sad, what could he do?
He remembered something Pat had said to him a long time ago, when he was getting used to emotions. 'When someone is feeling down, speak from the heart! The best thing you can do is tell them the truth, and if they don't like it, then they have a right to feel a little sad. But you should still try!'
"Pat, I know you are sad. I understand that you wanted to make this a good day, but it WAS a good day. I enjoyed every moment of today. Sure, the cake is messed up, but it's the thought that counts, and you are already the best gift I could ask for."
Patton looked up in confusion. "Me?"
Logan was usually really bad at emotions, but right now, emotions seemed to be all he could muster. "You are so caring and joyful. And sweet. And kind. And I don't care about the cake, or any gift you give me, the fact that you are so set on making me feel cared for is enough. I'm just happy you're here, ok?"
Logan brushed a tear from Patton's eye and smiled. "I'm just happy you're here."
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11. Platonic
You know the drill. Masterpost. Day 11. Analogical.
Yes this was inspired by that one warrior cats (I have a friend who is obsessed okay) animatic of She Wants Me (To Be Loved). (That’s where the quote/s are from by the way).
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In the morning, the sun will rise,
And I’ll wake up and (s)he won’t be mine
The bed next to Virgil was cold, just as it had been yesterday and just as it was going to be tomorrow.
He sighed, and closed his eyes, not knowing why he had opened them. Nothing good was going to come of being able to see today. No matter how hard he tried to be happy for Patton and Logan, he couldn’t be. He maintained the facade that he was on the outside, but he wondered how easy it was to see through.
He still remembered the day he had told Logan of his feelings. It had been a sweet summer’s day - he still remembered the heightened anxiety that he had felt, the words of encouragement Remus had whispered to him, a memory that now fell as a reminder to never ask Remus for advice.
To Remus’ credit, it had been good advice. For another person, or another time, it would have been great advice.
He still remembered the look on Logan’s face; the flicker of something before it was carefully masked. There had been a certain rawness in his reaction that had given him hope that maybe Logan felt similarly; that had been dashed seconds later by the controlled nature of his response. His heart had sunk at the words, but he had tried to maintain a casual nature, laughing it off. He doubted that Logan believed everything was alright, no matter how many times he had told him that it was fine his crush didn’t care about him back.
Romantically, Logan had corrected. I don’t think about you romantically - I still care very deeply for you platonically, but I do not feel any romantic emotions towards you. I’m sorry.
He supposed he should be thankful that he still had Logan in his life, even if it was platonic. Friendships were still important, and he had done more to help Virgil than he deserved. He wouldn’t even be going to therapy, wouldn’t even have realised that he needed therapy without Logan, and he would forever owe him for that. 
Sometimes he wondered whether it was because he was such a screw up, and that if he had been a better person, a more stable person when he had first met Logan, then maybe he would return Virgil’s feelings. Other times, when he was stronger, he remembered his therapist's words, that love is crazy, and that sometimes people will fall in love with people who won’t love them back, and it’s not their fault, it’s not anyone’s fault really, it’s just how the world works. Sometimes it’s timing, sometimes it’s the clash in personalities, and sometimes it just is.
A few months later, Logan had announced his relationship with Patton. He had told Virgil first, and he had smiled and said all the right congratulations towards them, wishing him a happy relationship. And he had meant it - if Logan had a chance to be genuinely happy, then he deserved it. Virgil deserved it as well, but no one owed it to him to give him that. He had to make his happiness, and then maybe someone would come along, maybe not.
It hurt every time he saw them, but he couldn’t stay away from Logan, and where Logan was Patton now was. It wasn’t that he wanted to avoid his best friend, it was just too painful to watch him be happy when Virgil knew he wouldn’t. Not for the time being, whilst he still cared about Logan in the same way.
The space next to him would be cold for a while. Maybe in the future it wouldn’t - if he got over Logan, then maybe he could find someone else to take his place, who would care about him in the same way that Virgil did.
Or maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. Maybe it would be some animal lying there, or maybe he would never fill that space.
He hoped it wasn’t the last one. He might have been hung over on Logan, but someday he wanted to wake up to someone who loved him. He just hoped he would love them in the same way back.
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jeffreyrobertpalinjr · 3 days ago
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Would Quantum Physics still be a structure and behaviour of the physical and natural world if mind, imagination, and consciousness didn’t exist?
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anxiouspotahto · 4 days ago
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I really need someone to draw art of Patton and Logan parenting their six puppies from the incorrect quotes video
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patt-off · 4 days ago
what if logan was adhd and had a hyperfixtation oh hamilton, and so he decided to perform the entire thing by himself for patton and patton is just so proud of him for being able to perform a three hour play alone and this makes logan very happy - logicality anon (totally not based on my own experiences haha)
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sounds like man amazing thing to be able to do (props to you?)
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sidespart · 4 days ago
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LET 👏 THE 👏 NERD 👏 SMOOCH 👏
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