An observation on Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends.
Mrs. Foster did not give up her imaginary friend. That’s a thing established in the first episode. Frankie is also her granddaughter. So this means at some point a man fell in love with a young Mrs. Foster and had to ask her mother, father, and a giant talking rabbit for permission to marry her.
i want to be so in love with a man that i would literally marry him on the side of the road and not even care what i look like or what has lead up to that moment, but simply just caring that he’s there with me and knowing that that’ll always be enough.
My father had a bad temper.
I swore to myself I would never marry a man that would get so mad his heartbeat would be pounding and so would his fist.
So I should’ve known when all the blood rushed to your face and your veins became more prominent.
But I couldn’t see this, I was blinded by my love for you.
So I hate Mountain Dew. I think it’s disgusting. It’s gross to me. I can’t drink it. I gag if I do.
My fiancee, Alex, likes Mountain Dew and that’s fine. He can drink it with no problem. That’s a difference of taste and opinion. That is nothing something that would ruin our relationship.
But if Alex came home and starting agreeing with Nazis, I would call off our engagement in a heartbeat.
Nazis are supporting literal genocide of Jewish people and they have no love for black people either. Why would I marry a man who agreed with people like that? That isn’t an opinion, that’s just pure hate with facts backing it up. Bigotry is harmful, it gets people killed, it hurts people and it’s dangerous.
Stop saying we hate Nazis because we have a different opinion.
It always comes as a surprise to me when I see myself on the screen, or read something that identifies me as a star. When I was a little girl, I always worried that no one would ever love me, and that I would never find a man willing to marry me. My nose wasn’t pretty and I was terribly thin. I was sickly too, with asthma and quite miserable about my prospects… But at least, I was lucky I got off the shelf. —Audrey Hepburn
Ginny Weasley is not a reason to hate Drarry, a poem with no form by me
Once upon a time two wizards fell in love, but this left us with a conundrum we loathe; who would be the one to make Ginny happy? I ask with the risk of sounding too sappy
Maybe it’s Pansy Parkinson, the forbidden fruit; Or even Luna Lovegood, I would marry her if I could; Perhaps Blaise is your man, to me it sounds like a plan; And what about Longbottom? I wouldn’t let go if I got him; Even Dean could fit right in, no one is as invested as him
She might even want to be left alone… (nothing wrong with not getting some)
But please don’t try to invalidate Drarry just because Ginny wouldn’t end up with Harry I showed you evidence her life would know joy even if he ended up with Draco Malfoy
C: A month and some weeks ago, I had made a visit to a psychic who is a woman that several of my relative swear by. She told me that I would meet the man that I will eventually marry and start a family with next month. I will meet him thanks to my friends. If she is right… I feel a sense of trepidation. This guy will be the first man I’ve been with since my late fiancé, who passed over ten years ago. IDK. I feel like that time has sailed for me when it comes to love even though I’m 33. I’m nervous.
o h m y g o d I thought that Matt was Pidge's father for a second and I was like ?? what?? why would you ship this married man who has a family and two kids with shiro??? ???? ?? and when I realised the 'macintosh vaperwave song' literally blasted in my head I hate myself
This is the funniest thing I’ve been blessed with today