i want to marry you

protheangel  asked:

A distant clapping can be heard in the distance. It was Pro celebrating Time for getting engaged. "Good job Time! I believed in you and you finally did it! Good job. Whenever you want to get married, I'll go ahead and see if I can good places in my pastime for it to take place."

He blushed and nodded. “Th-thank you..!! I-I will ask whenever w-we plan it..!”

courtcrown  Ryoma, Killer Tennis, Hoshi.

First: I want you to marry me. Then, I want you to kill me. Then, I want you to fuck my corpse, and throw me in the fucking dumpster where I belong.

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anonymous asked:

hc of dallas reacting to his girlfriend moving away ploxx โค๏ธ

🍁 She would probably move somewhere that he couldn’t go easily

🍁 Like move too far away for him to go regularly

🍁 When she tells him, he’s obviously upset

🍁 Flips the table

🍁 Punches a hole in the wall

🍁 “Did I do something? How can I fix it? I’m sorry ”

🍁 She either moves with her family or moves for a job

🍁 “You didn’t do anything, Dallas. I just…(explanation)”

🍁 He literally has watery, red eyes

🍁 He loves her so much and he doesn’t want to lose her

🍁 “If I ask you to marry me, will you stay?”

🍁 “I can’t marry you. I love you but I can’t.”

🍁 Offers to buy her a ring, a house, a pet, anything and everything he can think to give her.

🍁 “You buy me one thing and I kill you. I’m not taking anything. It’s hard for me too.”

🍁 She asks him to come with her

🍁 He declines. Although he loves her, Tulsa, Oklahoma is his home

🍁 Makes her stay the night

🍁 (You can infer that something went on)😏😏

🍁 In the morning, he begs her to stay

🍁 Takes her to her house

🍁 Invites the gang to see her go because they like her a lot

🍁 She gets in the car and is off by 10 AM

🍁 One of the few times Dally has ever cried in front of someone

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did somebody say wedding day destiel?

“I love you.” “I know.”

I just picked up the issue of People magazine with Carrie Fisher’s excerpt from The Princess Diarist in it. I read it standing in the aisle at the grocery store, and halfway through I started to cry.

She describes their affair and its conclusion saying:

“So I loved him and he allowed it. That’s as close to a reckoning as I can muster four decades later.”

I’m not sure why this is hitting me in such an emotional way. Maybe it’s because Carrie Fisher, in the persona of her character Leia Organa, has been a part of my life since I was ten. I didn’t really identify with her back at the beginning (she seemed like a grownup, and I was just a kid), but now, when I feel much closer to her in age (I’m fifty to her sixty) - oh, hell yeah.

I’d never heard of “shipping” when I was thirteen and seeing Empire eighty one times in the theater, but Han and Leia were IT for me, and I loved that scoundrel smuggler with all my heart. Maybe that’s why I’m crying. The glimpse into the deep, raw emotions of the nineteen year old girl in love that Fisher was - the reverberating wave of the story I loved and the reality of her relationship with Harrison Ford; it just hurts. It’s beautiful and terrible.

Their climactic scene in Empire:

“I love you.”
“I know.”

My god.

It was real. It was real.

Soft

It starts with a bar of soap.

For God’s sake, Kent thinks to himself in the “personal care” section of the grocery store. Why does Dove think I’m allergic to purple just because I’m a guy?

He picks up the lavender-scented bar soap and inhales. It smells heavenly. Next he tries the sandalwood-scented from the men’s section. It comes in a gray box and costs fifty cents less. It smells good but it reminds him of floor polish.

I’m a grown-ass man, Kent thinks, and buys the lavender soap.

The next time he’s out of body wash, he spends thirty minutes trying to decide on one of the many “manly” smells before caving to “Cocoa Cabana” in the women’s aisle because it smells like Valentines Day in a bottle. 

After that it’s his deodorant body spray, trading in “Bold” (whatever the fuck boldness smells like) for “Fresh Cotton.” 

The first time Jeff catches a whiff of it on him, he asks, “New fabric softener? It smells awesome.”

“Nah, switched deodorants.”

“Huh.” Jeff nods in approval. “Well, you smell like fresh blankets out of the dryer. I have a physical urge to hug you.”

Kent laughs. Jeff hugs him and he laughs more. It’s nice.

After five months, nearly every toiletry Kent owns has been switched over from an endless variety of blacks, grays, and occasional dark greens and blues to white, purple, soft brown, yellow, and pink. Showers have transformed from a perfunctory necessity to something luxurious. Women’s products are so indulgent. They make Kent feel and smell like he’s been at a spa. He does have to learn to juggle the fragrances appropriately or risk smelling like a perfume store vomited on him. But it’s worth it, for how good he feels after. He feels pampered. His skin is softer, his hair shines, and even his pits and crotch look and feel cleaner. He doesn’t know if it’s the products or because he really cares about the maintenance, now, since he’s got all these specialty items to try. It doesn’t matter. He feels great.

Kent now has honest-to-God bubble baths and detox-salt-soaks. He’s got body butters and face masks and a lip balm in almost every flavor. The ladies at the Lush at the mall know him by name.

Kent’s still single. He’s got his cat for company, though, and the guys, who drop by or come over for movie and game nights and get drunk and eat all his food and pretend to chirp him for the specialty lemongrass-scented hand soap in his bathroom. Sometimes, on roadies, Swoops will plop down next to him on a bus or a plane and say loudly, “Damn, who’s got chocolate and isn’t sharing? Oh, it’s just Parser. Fuck you for getting my hopes up,” and then he’ll noogie Kent or grab his fingers and gnaw on them.

(The coaches have had to break them up before and it’s very unbecoming of two adult men.)

More than once, one of the guys has fallen asleep next to Kent and ended up face-first in Kent’s shoulder. They’ll wake up blearily, rubbing their eyes and saying, “Whoops, sorry man, didn’t mean to drool on you.” Kent was confused at first but he’s realizing that it’s because they gravitate towards the scent of him in their sleep. He smells like comforting things: honey and chocolate and cotton and Shea. He smells like warmth and safety. It’s why he likes all the things he buys, so it makes sense the guys would like that, too.

Nobody rags on him for it. They chirp him, but that’s different. Chirping, light-hearted and giggly, means acceptance. Soon his teammates start coming up to him in the locker room or nudging him on a bus and saying, “Parser, can I borrow some of your stuff?” and leaving with key-lime lips or cocoa-butter hands.

But it’s when he catches Sunny—big, burly, greatly-bearded d-man Sunny—pulling a bright orange tube of passion fruit lip balm out of his bag and slicking it on in front of everyone that he knows for sure that it’s okay.

if there’s a next season it’ll consist entirely of Yuuri’s frustrated attempts to win a gold medal so that he can marry Viktor

what i thought when i watched  “ a date with markiplier “ video

  • BONJOUR 
  • wait … we can choose our story 
  • wow … i actually have a valentine date this year 
  • that chef does not look friendly 
  • WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MARK AND MONEY IN THIS GOD DAMN DATE 
  • romance or horror ? you mean love or death right 
  •  looks like i am gonna spend the rest of the day finding all the endings
  • oops i accidentally killed mark
  • well looks like dark is my date now
  • DON’T DO THAT WITH YOUR NECK MISTER  
  • wait .. is that Tyler with mark on his face ? 
  • wait whAt ?!? nooo i wanted to marry mark for real 
  • could you imagine dating mark ? 
  • nice pony tail mark 
  • LET . HIM . DIG . THE . GOD . DAMN . HOLE 
  • it litterily 10 min of this , help 
  • “ let me see what in your pants “ “ excuse me ? “ 
  • wow i actually killed someone 
  • “ looks like you choose wrong “  “ naaah i’m good “ 
  • sooooo are we gonna talk about tyler’s ass ? 
  • oops killed mark again 
  • FIRST RULE OF HORROR MOVIES : never . split . up 
  • am i the only one who tapped the screen like an idiot 
  • did i mention i killed mark 
  • wait , i am  allergic to peanut butter AND tuna , HEELP 
  • OMG WARFSTACHE IS BACK !!!! 
  • DAMN IT ! i knew i was a dog all along 
  • *sigh* what the hell was in that dinner 
@markiplier
Even if you called 6 months later at 3 am, Iโ€™d still answer; Iโ€™ll always care.
—  Unknown