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Saw @waiting4codot do this and I thought I’d give it a shot!

Create a photo set of yourself surrounded by characters you relate to!

Well, this is my mind and its a jumbled mess. (Samurai Jack, Tohru Honda, Frisk, Wander, Freakazoid, Belle, Velma Dinkley, Kim Possible)

Well, I’ll tag anyone who wants to do this, but just in case, I’ll also tag @fdartwork, @constantlyobsessive@fetacheeseandsoup , @3rddoctor, and @miranova23. If any of you have done this before or don’t want to, thats okay.

anonymous asked:

Ok but Alex doesn't know how to ride a bike so Washington teaches him how to and it's like this big bonding experience

yES YES YES

alex: “we could never afford one so i never learned. that and there was no one to teach me. i just convinced myself i didn’t need to learn but i’ve always wanted to try to so…um, yeah”

gwash: “i’m buying you a bike”

alex: “sir?” 

gwash: “i’m buying you a bike and i will teach you how to ride it. come on”

Plain, White Shirt

Requested by: Anon :D
Prompt: #7 “Isn’t that mine?” (Hotch x Reader)


Originally posted by criminal-minds-fanatic


He didn’t notice it at first. It was subtle. Someone would have to really be looking to realise it.

He wore one of the many plain, white, button-down shirts he owned one Friday, not thinking too much about what he chose to wear in the morning. That day, after a mind-numbing afternoon of paperwork, he went to your apartment, after dropping Jack off with his aunt for a whole weekend, and spent it in its entirety with you.

It was the first time you had done something like that, spending so much time together ever since this romance had started a few months before. With the two of you being in the same office, along with a whole team of profilers, it meant discretion was of utmost importance.

However, you two excelled at the stoic-face act, although Aaron’s expression usually included his signature frown ninety percent of the time. You both managed to hide your feelings for each other. The only problem you had encountered thus far was not blurting out the other person’s first name, a natural change once your relationship progressed into something more.

The matter at hand here was that, in his haste to get home on Sunday due to Jack feeling slightly ill, he had forgotten that one particular shirt at your house. He didn’t think much of it. He didn’t even realise he had left it behind until he put his son to bed after giving him some medicine and checking his temperature. You would probably return it whenever you could, maybe during the weekend if the team didn’t get a case.

So, it was a bit of a surprise for him to see you with his shirt on Wednesday at the office. You had taken the precaution of putting on a baggy sweater on top of it, but he knew. He recognised it. He owned at least twenty of the same brand, in different colours.

He stiffened for a brief second before continuing back up the stairs to his office. You saw him and knew he had recognised it. You had debated with yourself whether it was a good idea to wear it to the office, which is why you waited a couple of days to do so. It was an indescribable feeling to be wearing something of his to work, even if it was just a shirt.

It reminded you of Friday’s activities, which had led to your burning the dinner you had been working on since you got home. Neither of you had cared in that moment, though. Now, every time you felt the fabric against your skin, you remembered how it felt under your hands when you grabbed onto Aaron’s shoulders to gain better leverage while on the couch.

It also made you giggle, thinking back to it; internally that is… someone would question your sudden laughter if you were to let it out. You had both felt like two teenagers who couldn’t control their hormones and had gotten down and dirty in the living room instead of moving to the bedroom.

So, yes. Your mind had kept on replaying that one moment, despite the fact that you had moved to the bedroom after having some Chinese takeout, and decided to put it on that morning out of impulse. Screw the professional and rational part of your brain. You wanted to show your boyfriend you were thinking of him, damn it. You just didn’t know how he was going to react.

You had an opportunity to find out about an hour later when you took the files you had been working on to his office. You knocked on the open door, and he asked you to close it, his tone normal. Once you sat down, you noticed that he had closed the blinds so no one in the bullpen could look into his office.

Interesting, you thought. What could he possibly be up to?

‘Thank you for the files, (Y/n),’ he said, to which you just rolled your eyes. Business first, as always. ‘I did, however, notice something peculiar about your choice of attire earlier…’

He trailed off with the ghost of a smile as he rounded his desk, perching himself on the edge of it, right in front of you. You smirked and decided to play dumb to humour him.

‘Oh, really? And here I thought I looked cute in this oversized sweater,’ you looked down and smoothed the non-existent wrinkles in said garment.

‘I wouldn’t necessarily call you cute in that,’ he commented, his voice low, as he grabbed you by the hand and brought you up to your feet, making you stand right in between his legs.

‘And why is that?’ you teased him by grabbing onto his shoulders and squeezing them, just like you had done on Friday. He put his head on your shoulder, and you heard him groan. You, once again, had to stop the giggle that was about to leave your mouth. ‘Aaron? You haven’t answered my question,’ you told him right next to his ear.

‘Isn’t that mine, (Y/n)?’ he mumbled, his lips moving down the length of your neck.

Well, I was not expecting this reaction, you thought as you allowed yourself to close your eyes momentarily and enjoyed the feeling of his mouth against your pulse point.

‘(Y/n)? You haven’t answered my question,’ he mimicked you, removing his head from the crook of your neck. You opened your eyes to find him smirking at you.

‘Was this the plan all along, you tease?’ you smiled despite the feeling of disappointment that settled on your stomach at not being able to continue what he had started.

‘Maybe,’ he looked at you from under his lashes and laughed lightly. ‘You should get down to the bullpen soon,’ he added regretfully.

Before he removed his hands from your waist, you grabbed him by the lapels on his suit jacket and kissed him. All tongues and not much finesse, but that was not what you were aiming for. That could wait until the weekend when you planned to tease him yourself.

‘Mmm,’ was all he said before you promptly smoothed the now-existing wrinkles in your sweater and exited his office, leaving the door open behind you.

That evening, while you were lounging lazily on your couch, still clad on your work clothes, with some home-made meal on your lap and an episode of the first comedy show you found on TV, you received a message from Aaron which read:

Jack is staying with his aunt tonight since he has to be at school early tomorrow for a trip and I can’t make it in time to take him myself.

Your heart jumped at the sudden change of plans but quickly messaged him back telling him to come over, already picking up the clothes you had left around the place from previous days and thinking of what you could wear that would look nice but not too over the top.

You had just put the clothes that had been thrown carelessly over different pieces of furniture a minute ago into your laundry basket, when the bell rang along with your cell phone. You picked up the phone first, hoping it wasn’t Garcia with a case and instead were surprised to find Aaron’s name on the screen.

You raised an eyebrow as you unblocked it and a flush came over your cheeks as you dropped the device on the coffee table, took off the sweater you had worn all day and almost tripped over your own feet trying to get to the door fast enough.

You were greeted by a smirking Aaron, who walked into your apartment and immediately started kissing you the same way you had done earlier in the afternoon. You didn’t even recall either of you closing your front door before he put his hands on your ass to hoist you up as you encircled his waist with your legs and he carried you into your bedroom, never breaking his kiss.

The message?

I want to see you in nothing but my shirt.

Yeap. Best decision ever.

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

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Note: I’m so sorry for taking so long! And for some reason, I decided to change the imagine into a short one shot. 

Oneshot: Belle getting tired of being hit on by Gaston that she ask reader on a fake date to get rid of Gaston. Only for Reader and Belle to confess their feelings for each other

Requested by: @pleasemakeitgayer

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Daaaamn, Fiona. Where do you have Belle hidden away? Because she better not be dead. And bringing a picnic basket just like Belle did way back when…daaamn.

Love the reference to the Rumbelle anniversary though. And is it just me or could Rumple actually be awake? Gideon was totally adorable.

Animal characteristics, go

I purr sometimes

Like climbing on shit I don’t know how to get down from

Nya

Too much squeaking

Lots of squawking

SCREECH

I scratch doors before I realize I can open them

Sniff sniff

Watches carefully as the butterfly lands on a bush

Nuzzle

WHY DO YOU LICK YOUR HAND

Crawls under sheets

Sits in laundry baskets

Hides in laundry baskets

Jingling bells

Rolls on back

Startled easily

Does the shaky thing when hair/hands are wet

Touch the water

Whines

anicchikunoichi  asked:

Request from Anicchi-senpai! : GOM + Kasamatsu + Himuro's reaction to their girlfriend visiting them (and bringing a whole pot of homemade ramen) when they're sick! Keep working hard, girls, I love your blog *muahmuah*

oh you’re so nice!

*BELL BUTTS IN* SENPAAAAAIIIIII THANK YOU

Aomine: he groaned when the door bell rang, waking him from a nap and rolled off the bed. He’d just hit the floor when his door opened. His partner stood in the door way looking around for him until they saw him on the ground “Why’d you ring the bell if you were just going to come in anyways?” He sighed, climbing back into bed.

“Well the door was kind of hard to open with this.” They smiled holding up a giant pot.

“What’s that?”

“Ramen!” They smiled, leaning forwards and kissing his forehead. He grinned up at them and they patted his head. “I’ll warm it up on the stove then be right back.”

Midorima: He opened the door and squinted his eyes trying to make out the face of the blurry figure without his glasses. “It’s me.” They said. He hist squinted harder.

“Who’s ‘me’?” he asked.

”____!” They laughed, stepping inside, setting down something that made a clank on the counter. Picking up his glasses, they stood on their toes to slip them onto his face. He blinked a few times, smiling down at his partner then looking at the pot they had brought.

“What’s that?” He asked.

“Oh, I made some ramen! It’s always good when you’re sick." 

Happiness flooded his chest and he reached down to kiss them but they stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Don’t get me sick! There’ll be no one to take care of you." 

Murasakibara: He went to answer the door after the third time the bell rang and laughter flooded into his apartment. “Atsushi, what are you doing?” his partner laughed at the blanket draped over Murasakibara’s head and slipped past him to place a package on the table.

"I was cold!” He pouted, closing the door and his attention shifted automatically to the smell wafting up from the bowl ____ was serving. “What’s that?”

“Oh? I made you ramen. Since you haven’t left the house in a few days I figured you’d run out of snacks.” They handed him the bowl that he set back on the table and pulled them into a giant hug.

”_____-chin is so thoughtful!” 

Akashi: He hated being sick more than anything, he was too drained of energy to do anything other than call “It’s open.” When someone knocked on the door.

“Seijuro, are you still alive?” he recognized his partners voice and they began to make a clatter in the kitchen.

“What are you doing in there?” He muttered, sitting up on the couch and holding a blanket tightly around his shoulders as he swayed up to them. Akashi gave them a quick hug and they presented him with a bowl. “What’s this?”

“I made it.” They shrugged, smiling. “It’s ramen.”

He hugged them again. “Thank you, _____, you’re too sweet.”

Kise: He whined when the doorbell shrieked through the living room where he was collapsed on the love seat. “Come in!” he yelled as loud as he could, his voice scratchy. 

“Ryouta!" 

His spirits were lifted immediately when his partners voice echoed around the room.

”_____-cchi!” He smiled, standing up and stumbling up to them, pecking their cheek. 

"How are you? Feeling any better?” When he shook his head to their questions, they handed him something. “Maybe this’ll help.”

“Did you make me ramen!?” he asked. They nodded and his face lit up. “You’re so sweeeeet!!” He smiled, so happy that he hardly looked sick at all.

Kuroko: “What are you doing here?”

Kuroko’s voice was raspy, his face was red and he had bags under his eyes. His tired gaze following your figure as you carefully walked closer to the bed where he was resting.You placed the tray you were carrying on the nightstand as he sat up.

“Well I heard you were sick, so of course I came here to look after you.” Placing your hand lightly on his forehead to see how bad his fever was, Kuroko’s lips curled into a smile. He truly felt blessed to having such a wonderful person as yourself in his life.

“What is that?” He turned his gaze to the bowl as you grabbed the tray, sitting next to him.

“Ramen! I made it myself, now enough talking and say "Aaah”“ Moving the spoon closer to him.


Kasamatsu: When his little brother told him he had visits he was expecting to see anyone from his team. Hell, he started praying to the gods so the first thing he would see when the door opened was not the blond idiot.

But the gods heard him loud and clear. His jaw dropped when he saw you walk in. Embarrassed, he flopped back on his bed pulling the sheet over his head so you couldn’t see him.

You sighed. Sitting next to him, you tried pulling off his covers. “Come on, Yukio! I came here to see you and this is how you greet me?” “You  shouldn’t be here in the first place!” “Fine! I’ll guess i just take this delicious Ramen I made for you and eat it all by myself…”.

You stood up and before you could take a second step, he sat back up. Just as planned. 

"W-wait!… I just didn’t want you to get sick too, Idiot.”

Himuro: You were surprised to see him up and about when he opened the door. You called before, and he sounded terrible. You could have swore he was dying on the phone but when you got there he looked just like he usually did. It was until he led you to the living room and almost ran face first into the frame of the door that his sickness became clear.

”_____ You didn’t had to visit, it’s not that bad”. “Your voice says a completely different story.” He shook his head and smiled tiredly. “It’s nothing. Here, let me help you with that”. Himuro reached for the pot in your hands but he banged his hip against the furniture which threw him off balance. He clinged to your shoulders so he wouldn’t fall.

“Tatsuya…” “I just wanted a hug, _____." "Of course you did… Now get off me and go lay on the couch, I’ll serve you some Ramen.”

He pulled back and stared at you. His stubbornness yelling:”Don’t listen to her! you’re stronger.“ But his sickness was screaming:”YOU’RE DYING. D Y I N G.“ Himuro blinked a couple times as he processed his thoughts before nodding slowly.

"Thank you, _____.”

A few last thoughts re: asoue before I go to bed:

  • They used Lemony really, really well, mostly in the sense that they actually let him interact with the world (the characters mention him, he’s actively running from his enemies, he has more to do than just lurk in a clock tower), he’s a part of things and it’s good
  • They balanced funny-comedy!Olaf with wants-to-murder-these-children-with-this-knife!Olaf fantastically. The scene where he slaps Klaus in particular was stunningly done 
  • “I’ll open a box of merlot” (with a hard t) made me laugh more than should be possible
  • Literally every moment anything happened it felt like I was missing at least four easter eggs, two codes, and one ‘VFD’
  • (That was definitely Hector flying by in the background right?)
  • Please explain Klaus’ monogrammed pyjamas to me. I can not rest while this is unexplained
  • On the other hand I am living a Lemony’s sweater appreciation life
  • Jacquelyn and Gustav, loves of my life (for very nearly seven hours now), I want so much more
  • (Is taxi driver Ishmael also book 13 Ishmael??)
  • God damn yellow doors
  • Honestly
  • How dare you
  • I went into the show absolutely expecting we wouldn’t get the Sunny/Orwell sword fight and I can understand and appreciate why that’s difficult and why we didn’t get it but honestly there were so many cgi Sunnys you could have at least tried
  • (I’m so glad netflix spent money on cgi Sunny kicking arse at poker that was very narratively important thank you)
  • Multiple musical numbers?? The Count and Zombies in the Snow and a totally inexplicable full cast sing along I do not understand but we are blessed
  • All in all, while there was a whole lot more than was in the books, I keep remembering that it took Lemony until book five to decide ‘yeah an overarching story line is probably a good idea’ and I’m so glad that with the power of hindsight he can go back and dig elaborate tunnels under everyone’s houses and hand out mysterious code spyglasses and take so many more opportunities not to tell us anything we’re absolutely dying to know
  • Also why did the Baudelaires leave their picnic basket on the beach??
Himuro Headcanons

Alright alright I was talking about Himuro (what a suplise) with the most lovable and beautiful Admin from hq-fantasies & Here’s some things I wanted to share:

  • He was definitely invited to model at some point. Hell, he constantly gets calls from modeling agencies, but he always turns them down for multiple reasons:
  1. He’s constantly busy with basketball and school.
  2. He already attracts a rather large amount of girls, he doesn’t need to become more popular.
  3. He needs his free time to catch up on his American dramas.
  • His love for pickles is transcendental. You can walk in on his house with a jar of pickles and he will make a small excited “hng” noise, before grabbing them and laying back on his couch.
  • You’ll also find him laying on the couch, watching random tv series while snacking on his pickles whenever he’s home.
  • Wal-mart worker: “Hey it’s that Emo guy who comes to buy pickles at 3 AM”
  • Question: Boobs or ass? Answer: Both.
  • One time he saw his crush struggling with a bunch supplies. He picked one up and threw it into the air, and then the next one, and the next one… And he started juggling everything. He walked all the way to where his crush was heading like that. 
  • He’s also really skilled with his hands from all that juggling. If you catch my drift. If you don’t let’s just say his hands are all he needs to make you scream his name.

This has been a PSA.

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In the eastern parts of Slovenia: eastern Štajerska, Prekmurje and Porabje, before the feast of St. Lucija, walked mid-winter ritual masks known as ‘Lucije’ or 'Licije’. The magical components of this ritual have been lost, but the visitation of these masks to homes with children still has a mime quality. Two or three girls (sometimes boys) would dress in all-white clothing, generally white linen or cotton skirts, or even just petticoats, and ensure they were not known. Many times they covered their faces with kerchieves or smeared themselves with white flour or soot to disguise their identities. In previous times, there dressed in pairs consisting of a white and black versions of this mask. The black mask wearer was considered the true 'Licija’, while the other in white, her accompaniment. In Porabje, girls frequently carried brushes with lime to smear on unsuspecting people. More importantly and commonly, Licija carried a plate in one hand which had two pig’s eyes and a fork (or knife) placed on top; in the other hand was a two-pronged fork, a bident. The other wearer wore a small bell and basket of gifts for the children they visited. In Prekmurje, these masks were sometimes also accompanied by men wearing devil masks. Licija’s task was very similar to that of St. Nicholas-Miklavž, in that she entered the home of children and asked them to pray. She would threaten them with her fork otherwise. In the end, the children were offered small gifts of candy. Even though there are areas where two or three girls would dress up, today this tradition is rare, with only white 'Licije’ walking. This is the case in Prekmurje, where the Licija can also wear horns made of feathers.  (taken from the writings of Niko Kuret).

queenmurphy  asked:

bellarke!!

THANK YOU!!!! Also this got long?? Oops. 


(Modern AU because reasons) 


How did they they meet?

They meet in College and it’s like two asteroids colliding in outer space, creating an eclipse for the world to see. She hates him, he can’t help but admire her. They argue and spit insults but take on the world side by side. They’re like fire and ice, but every so often they mellow and become a warm breeze. Clarke only admits they’re friends after four vodka sprites, Bellamy grins, he thought it’d take at least six. 


Who developed romantic feelings first? 

Bell! He falls hard from the start, although it takes him a while to realise that this is what falling feels like. It’s unbearable and torturous, but it’s almost worth it to see her smile. 

Who is their biggest “shipper?”  

Miller makes sarcastic comments about them being an old married couple, but occasionally Bellamy catches him smiling at the two of them when they aren’t looking. Raven and Octavia just roll there eyes and shout “No PDA” in their general direction. But Octavia hugs him tight before she leaves one night and whispers in his ear “Im glad you’re finally happy Bell.” 


Who confessed their feelings first?

Bellamy does it. He’s liked her for at least a year and Miller is getting sick of hearing about it. Bellamy is drunk and Miller is close to stabbing him, repeatedly, with a knife, in the face. “She’s just so….” “So….?” “Clarke.” He says helplessly. “I think….. I think maybe I’m in love with her.” “A. Yeah you’re in love with her, pretty sure there are people on Mars who know that. B. Why the fuck are you telling me this? Go tell her if you’re that worried about it ok.” 

“Yeah.” Bellamy says decisively. 

That’s the story of how Clarke finds him passed out in her hallway as she’s on her way to work one morning. He doesn’t explain why he’s there just mutters something about Nathan Miller being a dead man. 

Later she finds a voicemail on her phone he’d left the night before and she runs all the way to his apartment to kiss him and call him an idiot. Safe to say he doesn’t kill Miller, in fact he buys him a present. 


What was their first official date? 

A week after they tell each other how they feel Bell takes her out. He wears his only suit and makes a reservation at a restaurant with a name he can’t pronounce. She shows up and laughs in his face. Tells him he’s a fucking idiot. Which, ok, he is, but he doesn’t know why he is right now. She drags him to a bar around the corner and they sit in a cheap vinyl booth and she kisses him with lips that taste like cider. 


How do they feel about double dates/group dates?

They tried having one with O and Lincoln once. Never again. 


What do they do in their down time? 

They sleep in on Sunday mornings and kiss away one another’s morning breath. There’s never food at Clarke’s apartment but when they sleep at Bellamy’s he makes toast in the morning and cuts it into triangles because she once told him she ate it that way before school when she was a little girl. They spend Friday nights drinking with their friends, Clarke on his lap, Monty and Miller talking quietly in the corner, Raven yelling about quantum mechanics, Lincoln tracing patterns on Octavia’s thigh. 



What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?

Abby tries. Clarke doesn’t. Dinner is tense and awkward and Bellamy definitely uses the wrong fork more than once. Clarke excuses herself to go the bathroom and Abby leans across the table. “She deserves the world, Bellamy” “I know Ma'am. I’ll try my best to give it to her.” Later when they leave, Abby hugs him stiffly, but her smile is genuine. 

Her heart aches at how young they are. How whole and unbroken. I hope you make it. 


What was their first fight over and how did they get past it?

A few months after they get together they have a fight about nothing and they’re screaming at one another and Clarke is tearing at her hair. The next morning he shows up at her apartment with a bunch of daisies and apologies on her lips but she throws the daisies straight in the trash and doesn’t say a word to him. He finally leaves and it feels like the end. Before he’s walked half a block his phone rings and she’s crying on the other end, telling him she’s so sorry and she’s so so so sorry. He runs back to her apartment and she’s standing there crying clutching the daisies in her hands and wearing his t-shirt. And he loves her so much it fucking takes his breath away. But its to early to say that so he just kisses her until she’s laughing and they’re promising never to be that fucking stupid again. 


Which one is more easily made jealous? 

Clarke doesn’t get jealous. But she has been known to glare at girls across the bar who send Bellamy lingering looks. 

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?

He gets home from work to find her curled up on the couch. It’s a cold night and she’s wrapped under a blanket staring at the tv. “Hey” he greets putting down his bag. “Thank god. I’m freezing.” she says and lifts up the blanket so he can lay down beside her. “Nice to see you too,” he snorts, wrapping his arms around her as she curls into his broad chest. “You know I only keep you around for heating purposes right? Don’t get too comfortable, once summer comes you’re out on the street.” 


Are they hand holders?

She loves his hands. Grabs hold of them when they’re walking, traces patterns on the backs of them idly, laces her fingers through his when she’s sitting at the bar with their friends. 


How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances? 

The first time they have sex it’s Clarke’s birthday. He’s just told her he thinks she’s beautiful and he kisses her before he loses his nerve. They’ve known each other a while and he’s moved on from thinking she’s just annoying to thinking she’s utterly infuriating. But he also thinks she looks ridiculously hot in that red dress. The alcohol burning his throat seems to agree she looks hot and tells her as much. 

They’re in her dorm room before either of them can think better of it. Her hands in his hair, lips grazing his jaw. 

“This is such a bad idea.”

She grins devilish, “quit talking Blake.” 



Who proposes? 

Bell plans it all out. They’ve been together a few years and he’s loved her for long enough that it feels right. He buys the ring and hides it away, he spends weeks planning the perfect way to propose. One night he’s in the kitchen making spaghetti and Clarke comes in grinning from ear to ear. “You have a girlfriend I don’t know about?” she asks teasing. “Mmmmm. No. Not that I can remember?” he smiles. “So I guess the ring you hid in the washing baskets for me then?” she asks with a squeal and an expectant look. “I’m sorry I ruined the surprise. But oh my god the washing basket Bell? Of course I was gonna find it there and I couldn’t just pretend I hadn’t seen it and.” “Would you shutup so I can atleast do this kind of right?” he asks and gets down not one knee. “Clarke Griffin. I love you. Despite your tendency to ruin my plans and creep through my laundry basket.” Her eyes start to glisten “Holy shit!” she giggles. 

“Princess, will you marry me?” She nods her head up and down so fast he’s slightly worried for her neck muscles. She gets down on her knees still shaking her head, tears welling in her eyes. 

“Yeah Bell.” 


Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate? 

Separate. Raven and O plan Clarke’s and it’s a disaster. Miller lets Murphy plan Bellamy’s. Disaster is an understatement. The groups meet halfway through the night, everyone heavily intoxicated and slightly psychologically scared from the nights events. 


Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids? 

Miller shows up in a tux Monty picked out and he stands beside Bell at the alter. Rumour has it he teared up at one point, Miller denies this profusely. Raven wears red, because of course she does. She has roses twisted in her hair and throws her head back when she laughs. She spends the reception flirting and dancing with Bellamy’s friend Gina and she feels whole. Octavia wears green, and laughs at the slack jawed look Lincoln gives her. She visits Bell before the ceremony and they both choke back tears. She speaks at the reception and everyone marvels at the fierceness with which she loves her brother. 

Big Ceremony or Small? 

The ceremony is small. Held on a hill which looks out toward the ocean. There are flowers and a light breeze. People laugh and cry and dance. Clarke wears a plain dress and glows with happiness. Bellamy tears up and feels his heart swell with enough love to burst. Later they dance together under the stars and the world seems to sigh in relief. 


Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where?  

They finally agree on Greece. Because Clarke wants a tan and Bellamy is a total nerd. The days are long and filled with hours spent walking the coast line, exploring the city, visiting ruins. They eat dinner late and feast on seafood and crusty bread. Clarke eats her weight in olives. They fall into bed each night murmuring “I love you’s” into one anothers skin. 


Do they have children? How many?

They talk about kids in the abstract way you talk about writing a novel or learning french. It’s something that’ll happen eventually just not right now. Not until we move apartments, or until Clarke’s new job settles down, not until they have more money saved. That is until one Thursday when Bell gets home from work. Clarke is pacing around the kitchen and when he walks in all she says is “uhhh Bell, I think we’re having a baby?” 

They name her Isla. She is perfect.