brightbluedot:

oh god. oh god the NOISE I MADE the best descriptor I can come up with is “strangled” but like. in a good way because oh GOD

this is the Number One Way To Melt Me because like. listen. they are married. like if you’re wrenched apart and separated for ten years and spend the whole time grieving and raging against the monsters who ripped out half your heart but then reunite in a tender, clutching embrace and kiss as the music swells that. that’s your husband idk what else to tell ya that’s your husband. 

and like. just imagine. they change their names on the off-chance that they’re somehow recognized right, so they go by James Hamilton and Thomas McGraw, and it’s Suspiciously Improper to go around calling each other by their first names, so in the service of posing as Good Friends, around others they’ll refer to each other by their last names but HA, THOSE LAST NAMES ARE JUST A REMINDER OF HOW SUPER MARRIED THEY ARE JOKE’S ON YOU, HETERONORMATIVITY-MANDATED EMOTIONAL RESTRAINT

but i’d never even CONSIDERED the possibility of like, a ceremony which. hghhkdfjsdf. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FUNCTION AS A PERSON NOW. i’m picturing something very spontaneous, like they’re sitting at home together in the quiet, maybe James comments on just how long they’ve loved one another, and Thomas smiles and remarks that perhaps in another life, they’d be married. then James is just like in another life, fuck that, who’s stopping them from getting married right now? so he pulls off one of his rings and, though his knees creak, kneels at Thomas’s feet and asks him, would you, Thomas Hamilton, love of my life, do me the honor of – Thomas kisses him before he can finish. He whispers till death us do part, my love, in the close space between them, and James takes his hand, slides the ring on his finger. Till death us do part.