Despite it skipping over a few key moments and the maker choosing to end with Sleep No More rather than, you know, this might well be the best "mic drop" on the question of not only Whouffaldi being real but that they were space married all along. They just didn't realize it.
I like to think of this scene this way: Una kissing Chris and leaving him so happy yet so surprised he’s just standing there, staring directly into the camera
So I wrote this bit of Whouffaldi smut four years ago, and I've been holding onto it solely because I couldn't think of a title! This title (sort of a quote from it) came to me less than an hour ago, so I've posted it now.
surprise!! this fic is not dead and I have not forgotten about it!! I’ve just been struggling with it for a really long time lol. but the fic and I came to an understanding and inspiration hit and boom here is proof of the ensuing victory!
look it’s very late at night that’s why I’m so chaotic (I say that like I’m not always like this) okay before I can spew more random chaos here’s my taglist
someone started a challenge of putting romantic music on top of star trek clips to see how gay it gets. couldn't find the op so in courtesy of all that is spirk, challenge accepted.
*cough* ahem
edit: y'know, if you listen to it with your eyes closed it just adds a WHOLE DIFFERENT feeling to the thing.
it's always distinguished lesbian momo with disaster gay todoroki. we need to flip the script. disaster lesbian momo with distinguished gay todoroki. tddk are practically living together in shouto's japanese style dorm meanwhile momo flies in every morning, hair a mess, slamming that shoji door open, talkin bout "todoroki-kun! kyouka touched my knee this morning! do you think she likes me????"
Danny squints at his tiny hands, eyes narrowing as Clockwork hums in the kitchen. Which he wasn’t even aware of having been in LongNow. Maybe it wasn’t. He huffed, voice too squeaky for him to continue complaining. Stupid time accidents.
Which wasn’t even starting on the other figure awkwardly sitting at the table.
He glowered at the Ghost King, who kept glancing at him with an unreadable look in their eyes, then looked back towards where Clockwork was. His scowl deepened over his cup of tea- which wasn’t fair, he wanted coffee but nooo, that’s not healthy for ‘little ghostlings’. Ugh.
Sometimes he wished he was fully ghost so he didn’t have to apparently worry about his living body having to grow back up.
Hera: And if you don’t then, then that means… then that means that you love me more than I love you.
Kanan: well Honey, that’s always been true. Of course I love you more.
Hera: and you’re okay with that?
Kanan: oh yeah. I mean think about it: if you love me as much as I love you, we’d never leave the bedroom. Nothing would get done. We’d die of starvation.
Hera: *hugging Kanan* I love you!
Kanan: *kissing Hera’s forehead* not as much as I love you!