AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Oscar/Amon would be the worst thing ever. A crack in the Earth would open up underneath me and SWALLOW me and send me straight down to hell, and no, let me tell you, the thought never occurred to me. And that I still don't have an incredibly intense memory of that scene where Amon is stalking around his Jewish maid and hgdkfjglakdjf;lwierlifjd so wrong.
Anyways. I'm glad the fic worked for you -- and yeah. Man.
some alt universe where the two brothers have their arms slung around one another
*___* I have this long-standing AU in my head where Qui-Gon is a university professor, and yeah. Can't you just imagine an alternate version of one of those black-and-white casuals oup there where Qui-Gon and his brother are sitting in Qui-Gon's garden? Maybe they make it a habit to have Sunday brunch with each other once a week -- outside, whenever weather permitting, inside during the cold months, and one time, Qui-Gon's brother brings his girlfriend over. The two of them are kinda getting serious after all, and she's a photographer, so afterwards, when things are winding down, she wanders around taking some photos of the garden, which is really surprisingly nice despite the fact that Qui-Gon is an engineering professor.
And she takes a picture of her boyfriend and his brother grinning at each other over the breakfast table.
White cast-iron furniture. Mismatched cups and plates. The photographer is gone in a few more months -- ultimately incompatible personalities, and no small degree of fear of commitment on Qui-Gon's brother's part -- but the picture is still there.
*rambles some more* And ahahha. If you miss my writing. :> How can I convince you to watch Horatio Hornblower? It's full of gay, kano. It's really, really, really full of gay.
edited for shit.
Anyways. I'm glad the fic worked for you -- and yeah. Man.
some alt universe where the two brothers have their arms slung around one another
*___* I have this long-standing AU in my head where Qui-Gon is a university professor, and yeah. Can't you just imagine an alternate version of one of those black-and-white casuals oup there where Qui-Gon and his brother are sitting in Qui-Gon's garden? Maybe they make it a habit to have Sunday brunch with each other once a week -- outside, whenever weather permitting, inside during the cold months, and one time, Qui-Gon's brother brings his girlfriend over. The two of them are kinda getting serious after all, and she's a photographer, so afterwards, when things are winding down, she wanders around taking some photos of the garden, which is really surprisingly nice despite the fact that Qui-Gon is an engineering professor.
And she takes a picture of her boyfriend and his brother grinning at each other over the breakfast table.
White cast-iron furniture. Mismatched cups and plates. The photographer is gone in a few more months -- ultimately incompatible personalities, and no small degree of fear of commitment on Qui-Gon's brother's part -- but the picture is still there.
*rambles some more* And ahahha. If you miss my writing. :> How can I convince you to watch Horatio Hornblower? It's full of gay,