I feel like Lois McMaster Bujold read Dorothy Sayers’ Murder Must Advertise and immediately turned around and wrote Brothers in Arms.

Headcanon: Mark Vorkosigan looks like Stephen Furst.

Like, look at that face. There goes my fucking brother.

Man, Komarrans probably don’t even have fireworks. It’d pollute the dome. Laisa must’ve been nodding along at wedding prep, okay, the Barrayarrans are happy and Gregor looks ~adorable~, let’s go for it, and then on the wedding day OH MY GOD WHAT ARE THESE IDIOTS DOING??????

[anincantationofstories]

““The best.” The Countess finished her tea and put down her cup, “Well. I don’t wish to invade your privacy. But do remember, you’re allowed to ask for help. It’s part of what families are all about.” “I owe you too much already, milady.” Her smile tilted. “Mark, you don’t pay back your parents. You can’t. The debt you owe them gets collected by your children, who hand it down in turn. It’s a sort of entailment. Or if you don’t have children of the body, it’s left as a debt to your common humanity. Or to your God, if you possess or are possessed by one.” “I’m not sure that seems fair.” “The family economy evades calculation in the gross planetary product. It’s the only deal I know where, when you give more than you get, you aren’t bankrupted—but rather, vastly enriched.””

— Lois McMaster Bujold, Miles in Love

[tinsnip]

And if the people who made you are _bad_…

Well, you pay them back another way, don’t you, Mark.

You fucking _live_.

Unfffff.

Good Vorkosigan.

I think I may read that one out loud; it’s hard not to do so even just reading it to myself.

Ekaterin’s life makes sense, and I’m reassured; she’s still very much her own self-contained person instead of one of Miles’s merry minions.

Whew.

Things I love:

Lois McMaster bujold’s characterization.

Where Miles would think ‘damn’, Ekaterin thinks, ‘drat’.

I figured it out.

Michael Burnham has Miles Vorkosigan syndrome.

You go on. You just go on. There’s nothing more to it, and there’s no trick to make it easier. You just go on.”
“What do you find on the other side? When you go on?”
She shrugged. “Your life again. What else?”
“Is that a promise?”
She picked up a pebble, fingered it, and tossed it into the water. The moon-lines bloomed and danced. “It’s an inevitability. No trick. No choice. You just go on.

[kelasparmak]

quaddie miles from @cosmictuesdays and @tinsnip‘s excellent vorkosigan saga/ds9 fusion!

[tinsnip]

Oh my little gods, @cosmictuesdays, look  at this, he’s only perfect

i am tinsnip’s shrieking delight~~~~~

There you go, Miles. Suck on that.