#sandersside

I WASN'T AT MY HOUSE- I COULD NOT WATCH IT.

I HAVE FINISHED WATHCING IT. THE FORSHADOWING. VIRGIL, MY MAN, HE COULD TAKE THE ORANGE ONE IN A FIGHT ANYDAY.

ALSO THE 'DARK' SIDES HAVE SPOTS NOW!!! GOOD FOR THEM. ALSO LOGAN SANDERS, PORTRAYING ANGER???? NO WAY!!! THOMAS SANDERS YOU LOVELY HUMAN BEING.

MY LITTLE DELUSIONAL BRAIN HAS BEEN LOOKING AT EVERY PIECE OF DIALOG SAID BY LOGAN SANDERS OR BY THE OTHERS SIDES IN REFERNCE TO LOGAN SANDER AND I HAVE BEEN ANALIZING THE HELL OUT OF THOSE

Thomas: To pet all the dogs.

Logan: No, fitness goals.

Am I the only one who doesn’t want Roman to get his own Jam and see the look of despair on his face when one of the others Janus or Remus gets one instead....

Patton: You know what makes the universe whole?

Logan: Well, it would differ according to one's definition of universe. If one-

Patton: It's u, silly!

Logan: ...WhAt?

Patton: You! (Points at Logan) Cause the alphabet 'u' has the same pronunciation as the pronoun 'you'.

Logan: (Facepalm) ...I hate you.

Patton: No, you love me. (Stares expectantly)

Logan: ...

Patton: (Twinkling eyes)

Logan: Fine! Umm... Thats... not wrong.

Patton: And that's progress! (Leans up and kisses Logan)

Logan blushes deeply and after a moment of stunned stillness, brings his hand up to cup Pattan's cheek. Now it is Logan who is kissing Patton.

Words, at that moment, are not important to Logan. It's an unfamiliar feeling, as Logan's life has always been more of intellect than of instinct. However, feeling Patton, the young man's breath against his own, Logan is lost in the array of senses. The dampness of Patton's mouth, the taste of cookies which Patton must have eaten earlier, the exchange of warmth as their tongues contact...

There are no words to define the erotic pleasure that shoots through his body.

And he realizes:

‘Okay, I think we don’t need to call an ambulance.’ Janus spoke with a sheepish grin, his hand held to his side where a large gash was.

‘Ya think?!’ Virgil rushes to Janus’ side and wraps an arm around his waist to keep him from falling over. Janus winces a little in pain as Virgil accidentally brushed against a nasty looking bruise.

‘Jesus Jay, what the hell did you do?’ Virgil helps the hurt side over to the couch.

‘Nothing at all.’ Janus yelps a little as he sits down. Virgil raises his eyebrow at that. ‘Ok, ok. I tripped downstairs.’

Virgil snickers at that. ‘Kinda ironic how you always want to push others downstairs.’

Violets are blue

Virgil: When God gave brains

Where were you?

Roman:

So we all know the ‘Turn the fricking frogs gay’ thing.

But what we also know is that Patton is a frog.

We also know that Patton is gay.

What I’m getting at, is that Patton is the gay frog.

So who put the chemicals in the water?

Our Favourite Prince has arrived to wish you happy Pride!