some freewoods for @ryan-the-pc-guy as payment for some stuff
listen i saw plenty of things about the freewood proposal but what about the wedding. is it gaudy. traditional. do they just say fuck it and run off and get hitched. are there issues with the immigration papers. do they argue about whether gavin wants to be a citizen or a permanent resident. whos in the wedding party. who officiates. whos invited. whos NOT invited. do they wear matching suits or is it a whole thing of trying to find classy but different styles. who gets drunk at the reception.
thank u holo i love u a lot. i hope this is ok!
The final scenes of the movie are heartbreaking, that’s undeniable. The movie had been a rollercoaster of emotions from start to finish, and it would’ve been natural to feel the smallest amount of heartbreak.
Unless you were Ryan Haywood, who is currently honest-to-God sobbing next to Gavin. Their dog had long abandoned them, so Ryan had made the excuse to lean onto Gavin and then proceed to wet the shoulder of his shirt with tears.
“Rye?” Gavin coaxes, and while, yeah, his voice is wavering slightly, he isn’t about to go Geoff-at-the-end-of-Titanic sobbing. Which is exactly the territory Ryan is heading to. A big, broken mess of a man. “Aw, love, up we get…”
Gavin wraps his arm around Ryan’s shoulders to help him up. Apparently that was a bad decision, as Ryan shudders and more tears spread over Gavin’s neck and shoulder. “Why’d they have to do that, Gav?” He sounds so small, it’s so unlike the Ryan Gavin knows outside of their home, outside of their family. “Why’d they hurt the dog? And the kids?”
Gavin shifts them both to a complete sitting position, and Ryan sniffles, looking at his lap. He looks incredibly out of character, honestly. His face is flushed even under the dark light of the television screen, and his cheeks are wet and streaked.
“They did it because they’re evil, love,” Gavin cups his cheek, and Ryan leans into his touch immediately. “And they made is specifically to get you to cry your eyes out like that.”
“Don’t be a prick,” Ryan mutters, though he does have the shadow of a smile on his lips. He sniffles again, and then sighs. “Why’d we watch this shit?”
“It was our night! We finally got the kids to bed early,” Gavin is cut off for a moment by Ryan’s extended sigh of relief. “So I just turned on whatever was on cable.
*Michael and Gavin discussing Gavin’s visa*
Michael: How many times have you brought this up? Every year or two you’re like ‘Oh, I’m leaving’
Gavin: Funny enough, when you get one year visas, you have to do it every year!
Michael: Then just do it every year!
Gavin: I’M DOING IT
Michael: Then you’re not gonna get deported!
Gavin: I mean, I don’t have the decision yet…
Ryan: Gavin… let’s fix this problem right now
Ryan: Will you marry me?
Michael: You can’t, Ryan.
Ryan: I mean, can we not in this state? I don’t know
Michael: It’s not so much the gay marriage, more that you’re already married
Did Gavin write ‘lovely Ryan’ on Ryan’s little table.
I think Gavin wrote ‘lovely Ryan’ on Ryan’s little table.
Ryan: I mean, to be fair, you look like someone that’d be into butt stuff.
Gavin: What do you- what does it mean, Ryan?! What does it mean?!