I am not really “marriage material”, like seriously I get sick every time I think about a white dress and a black suit, vows, hundreds of people as guests, who I don’t even know, and calling my beloved “husband” or “wife” afterwards. Weddings can be different but you get the idea.

Although, when this is about my OTPs getting married it is a completely different story and I am like👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit.

All of my precious babies (well, most of them) have been through such shitty and difficult times, but love is never easy, innit? And they so fucking deserve this “happy ever after” thing even if it means penguin suits and stupid vows and especially if it means all these domestic little things like sloppy shoulder kisses in the early morning or the bigger ones like feeling of belonging with each other.

I ship my OTPs with happiness and this is the most amazing OT3 you’ve ever seen, I assure you.

Originally posted by goldenfluffy