i want to get married in that dress

i won’t fear love

         happy sciles day, everybody!

i don’t have room for another Soft Gay ship and yet Lefou and Stanley have come along and stolen my heart and i can’t go back i just want them to be happy. i want Stanley to wear all the dresses and makeup his heart desires and Lefou to support him. i want Lefou to finally be with someone who appreciates him and isn’t abusive and cruel. i want them to dance together and get married and be friends with Belle and Adam and Lumiere and Cogsworth and of course Mrs. Potts.
dammit, it’s only been a few hours since i saw this movie and i’m already in so deep

La Douleur Exquise | Part 1

Jimin x Reader | Part 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Epilogue

Summary: For years you had loved Jimin with everything in your heart, but apparently it wasn’t enough for him. When it came time for him to fall for someone, it just wasn’t you.

Genre: lots of angst (I’m sorry) and a lil fluff

Word count: 10,761 words

A/N: so like, i’ve been working on this for a LONG LONG LOOOONG time and shout out to my friend @jinnlypuff​ for gIVING ME IDEAS TO WRITE (other stuff that’s coming soon which is pure fluff), and thank you @extraterrestrial-taehyung​ for editing this

La Douleur Exquise- (n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone you know you can never have.

November 16th, 2016

Today was the day that your best friend was getting married. Today was the start of his new beginning, of his new life. You were there, standing in the church’s dressing room behind the seated bride, weaving lavender throughout her braided hair. She stared at herself in the mirror across from her. The joy in her eyes and the smile on her lips made your heart drop with a pang. It could have been you sitting in that silky white dress, unable to wait for the union between you and Jimin. Your eyes shifted from the bride to yourself; you held an empty smile with a vacant look in your eyes. Your mind was simply distracted by the fact that you were losing Jimin forever.

He had been your first love. Your only love.

The sky outside the church was a marvelous soft blue splattered with crisp white clouds. You imagined yourself as the bride, walking down the aisle towards Jimin, who wore his best black suit and tie. His eyes turned into crescents as he shone his brilliant smile, and you felt your heart wrench when you realized that that was a dream. A dream that would never come true.

You were snapped back to reality when the bride had spoken up. “Why are you lost in thought, silly?” She looked at you through the mirror, staring at you with her big doe eyes. She was innocent; your brain couldn’t think anything ill of her, but your heart wouldn’t let you say anything good either.

You smiled and looked down at the bride’s long hair, enjoying the aesthetics of the purple and black. The bride, Kim Minhee, was no doubtingly beautiful, with her luxuriously long hair and her beautiful eyes, anyone would have fallen for her. The lavender braided in her hair was meaningful to you, and to your small world you had built with Park Jimin.

August 8th, 1997

The calming crunch of leaves in the dark yet calming forest had eased your mind of all your worries. As a seven year old, you didn’t understand how hard life was going to get; the most you had to worry about at that time was losing your books and finding something to do in your free time. You walked deeper and deeper into the woods while admiring the beauty of the tranquil labyrinth. The bark of the trees had moss on one side of it, with undergrowth surrounding the bottom of the tall and lanky groves. From afar, you saw a pop of color separate itself from the emerald greenery, and you ran to it. The crushing of the autumn leaves echoed throughout the forest as you got closer to the beautiful purpley color, which turned out to be lavender. Around a grove of trees were bushels of lavender growing; their color brought happiness to you, along with their alluring scent. You bent down to slightly touch the tip of the flower with your index finger, gently feeling the small petals of the flower. All of a sudden, a rustling sound came from somewhere within the forest. You jumped up and gasped; it was usually you wandering the dark woods by yourself because everyone else had been afraid of the dark tales involving the forest. Some were about witches holding sacrifices in the heart of the forest, and others were about lost ghosts trying to take over other people’s bodies.

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I still can’t believe that these two dorks imported from Transformers Prime are the 2nd pair of canon robots husbands in the IDW comics. They aren’t just window dressing either! There’s a story behind the vain, high speed racer that married a guy who is considered inferior by his whole culture. I want to see it play out so badly!

Knockout and Breakdown are precious and deserve all the love. 

Stolen Heart: Part 4

AN: This is the last part. Just some fluffy goodness. And with this I mark the series Complete.

Words: 505

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

You listen to the conversation through the open window. “I honestly don’t get the appeal.”

          Damian just scoffs, “That’s no surprise Todd. This life isn’t for everyone.”

          Tim just laughs, “Says the guy dressed like Andy Griffith? You should have named your kid Opie.”          

          You smile to yourself before moving back to the kitchen table. You smile at the woman sitting there. “You ready to pull your hair out yet?”

          Selina just smirks, “You’re crazy. You do realize that, right?”

          You shrug, “For wanting a normal life?”

          She shakes her head, “No. For actually marrying Bruce Wayne’s demon spawn.”

          You just stare at her, “You married his father.”

          She stares right back at you, “I got lonely without you around.”

          You lean back into your chair, “And now you’re a combination aunt/ grandmother.”

          “Don’t call me the G-word.” She simply hisses, and you can’t help but laugh.

The two of you go silent for a few minutes. You listen to the guys talking outside, and then you say, “I’m glad you guys came.”

Selina smiles, “It was about time we met the kid. I have seven years of spoiling to catch up on.”

You smile as the sound of footsteps pounds up the stairs of the porch. Gideon comes barreling in a moment later. He’s covered in dirt, and there’s a gap in his smile from losing his first tooth recently. Before he can head into the den and collapse on your couch you yell, “Don’t you sit on my couch covered in dirt. Shower first.”

There’s a groan, before you hear him trudge up the stairs. Turning back to look at your sister you find her smirking at you. “What?”

She leans back in her chair, “Nothing … June Cleaver.”

You scowl, “Not cool.”

Her smirk just widens. “You’re in a dress.”

“It’s a sun dress. It’s too hot out for pants.”

“You’re in an apron.”

“I’m cooking!”

“You have a cake in the oven.”

You throw your hands in the air, “It’s my kid’s birthday!”  

The two of you end up bickering until it’s time for cake. It’s a simple yellow cake with chocolate frosting. And as your family surrounds you; Damian’s father, brothers and butler, and your sister, you can’t help but think that things will never be completely normal. And as Damian’s arm wraps around your shoulders, and your six-year-old turns into a seven-year-old by blowing out some candles; you can’t help but feel like that’s okay.

As Bruce cuts the cake Dick asks, “So nephew, what did you wish for?”

More than a little interested you turn to Gideon. He’s never been one to share his wishes. But looking at his uncle he says, “The same thing I wish for every year, a little brother.”

You choke on your water, as all eyes turn to you. And one look at Damian’s smirking face makes you want to punch him. But before you can say anything Damian simply says, “Done.”

You really do punch him for that one.

Do you guys know that Norse myth where Thor’s hammer gets stolen and through a weird series of events he ends up impersonating Freya and getting fake married as her and killing everyone at the wedding, still dressed as her?
It really made me want Kylo just straight up eviscerating his and Hux’s enemies in a wedding dress

When I get married I don’t want anyone to be there I barely want the priest or whoever the fuck does the thing to be there maybe there should be like a wall between us and that person so I can cry and say all the gay things I wanna say without being judged and then later like idk a week later maybe we can throw a party and tell the parents and everyone we got married. But if anyone sees me in a dress or vulnerable besides the person I’m gonna marry I’m gonna be so embarrassed. And I’m scared I might trip walking down the aisle so I think we should just walk there together or something idk I get anxious

I found a picture of Jinger in shorts! On insta

Edit: when they get married they are free to dress the way they want to. I am surprised to see her in shorts as well :) it’s a nice change :)
Marriage (G-Dragon)

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Type: Fluff

Request: Could I request a G-Dragon scenario (if you write for him) when you both get cast on we got married togheter and meet for the first time?

~Note: sorry it isn’t long I couldn’t think of much!~

“I’ve always wanted to be on this show” you said to the camera as you walked. “I better have a great guy. I dressed up when I could have stayed in sweatpants” you continue as you saw where you were supposed to go.

You opened the door and walked in to greet your husband. “Hello” you hear as you see Jiyong there. “Hello” you say as he pulls something from behind his back. “Aw” you coo as you take the gift from him. You boldly walked over and pressed a kiss to his cheek before you stepped back shyly. He cupped his cheek “its very nice to meet you Y/N” he said as he stuck his hand out “its nice to meet you too” you say shaking it.


You two managed to get along very well. He was interested in the actress aspects of you while you loved his music. You ended up all over his Instagram while you two were ‘married’ he loved spending time with you it seemed. Even when you guys weren’t filming or anything he wanted to go places. He held your hand, have you his jacket, and bought you things. It felt like you two were in a real relationship.

When it came to be over you two felt very sad when it came to an end. “Hey Y/N” he says as you two filmed your last episode together. “Yeah?” you asked him as he felt his cheeks warm up “I was wondering if you want to go out sometime. like for real and without cameras?” he asked as your face gave him a surprised look before snapping out of it. “I would love to” you told him as he smiled happily “good good” he said as you two waved one another off for the day looking forward to your future date.


So I’ve recently become obsessed with this styling app called Covet Fashion. You enter events to earn money to buy clothes in the app that you would never be able to afford in real life (well I can’t afford them, you might be able to). I guess you could say I’m living vicariously through this app. Anyway, I saw this event the other day and knew I HAD to style an Elsa inspired outfit!!!💙❄️⛄️

say when.

Midsummer afternoons are Lily’s favourite.

They throw the windows open, and though a cooling breeze occasionally drifts through the room, the heat is inescapable. Even so, they lie, skin to skin, under a thin sheet together. Lily pulls most of it up to her chest and James drapes what’s left across his hips.

It is too hot to move and Lily’s eyelids begin to droop drowsily, until James startles her out of her sleepy haze.

“Wanna get married?”

She turns to face him, her green eyes wider than usual.

“What, right now?”

He shifts next to her and the sheet slips off him. His warm fingertips trace up her spine.

“If you want to.”

“Hmm,” she hums lazily. “But that would involve getting dressed…”

He leans forward to press his lips against her bare shoulder and she feels them twitch into a smile.

“Says who? I won’t complain if you turn up naked.” 

She snorts inelegantly as he nuzzles his face into her neck, trailing his hands back down her body. His wraps his arm around her stomach to pull her closer.

“James?” she asks and he hums against her ear in response. “Really?”

“Just say when.”

There is a lull, a moment to think about something that, really, requires no thought.

“James?” she whispers.



anonymous asked:



•eth wanting to participate in the wedding planning 100%


•"which of these frostings will look better when i smush it in your face?“
“Oh god im marrying a 10 year old”

•eth getting weirdly into picking napkin colors

•"i said DUSTY ROSE you gave me ANTIQUE MAUVE”
“Ethan chill”


•amy and kat coming with you to pick out a dress

•amy and kat lowkey tearing up when they see you in your dress

•turning into a bridezilla but its ok because eth is a groomzilla


•the people gasp as you begin to walk

•ethan literally cries when you walk down the aisle

•eth thanking the universe for giving him such a beautiful partner


•"I knew you were the one from the moment i saw your smile"

•ethans vows makin u cry

•"i’m so lucky i get to spend my life with the my favorite person on the planet"


This is getting long oops but lmk if you want a part two!!


Dear Journal,

My name is Zelda. My father has been the mayor of New York City ever since I was a little girl. He is kind and generous, if a little foolish. He knows that without the help of his advisers and cabinet he wouldn’t be the man he is today. I wouldn’t be surprised if he becomes president soon, with the way everyone’s always talking. He’s a wonderful person you must believe me in this, even as a father. He let’s me sing, dress, and learn whatever I please.

Recently, however, he’s been asking for me to get married. Can you believe that? I know he means well, but all I want to do is sing and explore, I’m barely out of my teenage years!

Ah, but enough about that. I didn’t buy this journal to start talking about my problems. I wanted to keep a record- of what, I’m not entirely sure. Something in me is compelling me to start a dairy of sorts.

You see, there’s a new man that’s in town. He calls himself Ganondorf. He doesn’t look like the loose-belted politicians I’ve seen. He smiles too much, and his laugh is always too deep, as if there’s a bigger joke going on that my father doesn’t see. My father might like him for all the money he’s donated and his pretty words, but I don’t trust him, and neither does Link; the boy my father found him in the slums of town. He took Link in as a handy man; He’s really good with cars and machines. When he worked as a child in factories; I assume.

To be honest I didn’t even know he existed until recently. But he came to my show, bought me flowers, doesn’t pursue me relentlessly like other boys…he doesn’t talk much at all really.

The only thing I know for certain is that I can trust him, and together…maybe we can expose Ganondorf for who he really is.

I’ve just got the most terrible feeling about all of this….

(More zelda from me)

anonymous asked:

How do you think Harry is gonna know that the girl he is dating is the one he wants to marry ( sorry for my English )

I think he’ll realise when he wakes up one morning, tired and fresh from sleep, and sees her tucked up underneath his duvet, sleeping softly and breathing against his shoulder, snuffling gently and snores escaping her throat that would melt his heart. She’ll be make-up less, dressed in an old t-shirt of his, smelling like sex and drooling slightly down the corner of her lips. And, he’ll get that spark in his belly that he’ll want every day of his life. He’ll lay there and watch her and think through his future - and he’ll see her in it, as his wife and the mother of his children and his best friend and his soulmate. The one he wakes up next too and makes breakfast for and takes to work when her car is busted and he’ll come home and see her setting up an impromptu movie-night because she’s had a tough day and needs his TLC.

He’ll be really happy when she’s around and he’d be so thrilled when he sees her with his family and laughing along with his sister and all he’ll want to do it have her for the rest of his life; to call her his. Holding her and cuddling her and kissing her and just showering her with love when she needs it. Planning out their life together and talking babies and pets and houses. xx

Jess still wasn’t the type of man to dress up in a penguin suit and look the part of a gentleman. You had to be a special kind of human being to bring out that side of him, a side he didn’t like to remember existed. This occasion was something special however, his uncle was finally getting married after a million and one years of settling for boyfriend of the year instead. It was a warm Spring morning and Jess walked around with his jacket hanging over his arm rather than wearing it.

“If you got married last night, why do I have to dress up?” He asked his uncle, who was busy fixing his own tie in the mirror. It’s not that Jess was hurt that he hadn’t been invited at the last minute, he was just stirring his uncle up, wanting to ruffle his features a little.

“Because as far as anybody in the town knows, this is the wedding.” Luke reminded him, pointing towards the cuff links on the table. He didn’t have to ask before he was handing them over to the older man. Luke fiddled with his jacket sleeves and looked over at his nephew, a man now - long gone was the rebellious boy he’d taken in long ago. “Oh by the way, don’t tell Kirk about last night. We don’t want to hurt his feelings and have him moping around town for the next six years.”

Jess mocked disappointment, and crossed his arms over his chest. “Is it your life’s mission to ruin all of my fun?”

Luke rolled his eyes and took one last look in the mirror. “You caught me, now pass me that.” He pointed towards the hairbrush that sat closer to Jess.

He handed it over and watched as his uncle turned into someone he’s never seen before, someone who looked confident and accomplished. The smile on his face read loud and clear that he was happy to dress up, that for once this was his choice to look good for Lorelai, that nobody was forcing his hand for a dinner party, or making him do something against his will. Jess was a little blown away by this, he meant it the day before when he’d told his uncle how great he’d looked, but this was different, something had completely changed overnight.

When their car pulled up in town, Jess gave his uncle’s knee a squeeze. He waited for Kirk to get out of the car before speaking, knowing that funny little man was a nosy parker. “You’ve done this twice now? I don’t think you need any more pep talks, but I will say this - there is nobody who deserves this wedding more than you do.” He told him, locking eyes with his uncle for a small moment. When he moved away, Kirk was there to open his door for him. Jess stepped out and adjusted his own suit, now including his jacket.

A sea of familiar faces met his eyes as he walked down the aisle with his uncle. They sat down side by side in the front row, awaiting the bride who was no doubt going to be a little late. In the background Hep Alien played a familiar tune and Jess couldn’t help but smile a little, maybe he’d once hated this town but it felt right being right there in the midst of it all.

The calm didn’t last long before Babette was running across the grass screeching like a bird, as she flapped her arms in the air too. “She’s coming! I just saw the car! Lorelai is coming!” She hollered as she finally made it to the congregation.

Jess stood up and followed as his uncle stepped forward, he’s been to weddings before, but most of the time he just slipped into the back row and tried to remain unseen. This time was different, he stood there beside his uncle feeling proud. He felt proud as he watched Rory walking down the aisle first, a big smile across her face as she made her way to the front, standing on the other side. She gave Jess a small wave, and he couldn’t help but smile in return.

When Lorelai walked down the aisle, Jess could feel the change in the air around him. Not only did everybody else stare at her in awe, but his uncle looked like he may pass out in happiness. He watched in silence, patting his uncle on the back proudly as that aisle felt like it was a mile long, or time had simply slowed down to savour the moment.

As Luke said his vows, Jess felt like he might shed a tear or two, but he didn’t.

When he watched his uncle kiss his bride, Jess couldn’t help but feel like this was a turning point in his own life, a reminder that happiness can happen to anybody, even stubborn diner owners who was a professional crank, then maybe that just meant it could happen to anybody.

It’s been said that there’s no party like a Stars Hollow party, and only now was Jess inclined to believe that. With a cup of Miss Patty’s special wedding day punch in his hand, Jess found himself talking to people he’d never expect to have conversations with, people he’d avoided as a teen, people he never knew existed, and everyone in between.

When Rory was finally alone he saw the opportunity as his chance to have her alone, as he approached she turned around and gave him a grand smile. “There’s my favourite author.” She said cheerfully, and Jess couldn’t help but grin back.

“I could say the same about you.” He pointed out, which made Rory nod her head in pride.

“Not yet, you haven’t read it, I could be your least favourite.”

Jess shook his head. “Not possible.”

Rory took the cup from his hand, the strong scent of alcohol wafted through her nostrils. “Woah..” She coughed before taking a brave sip. “Miss Patty sure knows the best way to get drunk.”

Jess nodded as he took his drink back. “This is the only wedding that I haven’t needed one of these to get through.”

That made Rory smile again, in a different way. The pair walked together, finding one lonely park bench to sit on. They swung their legs back and forth in silence until Rory spoke up. “I didn’t know if I was going to write about you, us. I wasn’t sure, but this morning I just couldn’t stop the words from flowing out of me, you know?” She felt silly saying this all out loud, but Jess watched her, listening to every word in complete sincerity. “Do you ever get like that? When you’re so full of words but you don’t know how you’re going to get them all out?”

Jess nodded his head, but didn’t say a word. This was Rory’s turn to speak, and he wasn’t going to take that away from her.

“When I look back at everything, all the times that I’ve thrown the towel in on myself, the moments where I’ve all but given up. You were right there holding onto the towel, telling me to hang it up instead. I know that’s a stupid analogy but I’m on a roll here and I don’t want to stop.” He smiled at that, missing the way she rambled whenever she was nervous. “I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for that, or credited the impact you’ve had on my life and I just started thinking about how I wouldn’t be a Yale graduate without your push, I wouldn’t be writing a book without you and I don’t even know how to begin thanking you for that.”

Jess shook his head, this time he was going to stop her there. He reached out and placed his hand on her knee, squeezing ever so gently. “You don’t need to thank me for believing in you. You were the one who believed in me first.” He put it simply, and Rory turned towards him, her face softening as she realised what he had meant. It didn’t seem like much to her when she was younger, showing him kindness, telling him the truth about his potential, but now she saw it, saw the man beside her for who he was, the man he always was inside - who she always knew he could be. She closed both her eyes and the gap between them, lips meeting without much warning. Jess’ hands cupped her face as he kissed the woman he loved, the woman who showed him how to be himself.