hnghgnhghgn so i saw that title of your sex tape post going around and got Inspiration and i’m sorry this is terrible but it’s too late for me now
Amy Santiago is one hundred percent convinced that she’s never seen anything more wonderful, more amazing, more beautiful than this.
This being Jake Peralta, the love of her life, standing at the end of the aisle, his features faintly glowing with joy. He stood, adorned in his black tuxedo and his white kippah, and he was humming with nervous energy. He looked antsy and simultaneously the happiest Amy had ever seen him.
Behind him stood Captain Holt, dressed in his dress blues. He also looked more emotional than Amy had ever seen him, his eyes glinting brightly with what she guessed were unshed tears. She smiled at the two, tightening her grip on her father’s arm.
Her father smiled at her. “You know, I think I’m starting to like him now,” he said quietly, nudging her gently.
She laughed. “So am I.”
And then she was there, by his side, and she swore her heart was about to burst at the seams. He was crying, she noticed, and so was Charles. And Terry. And Rosa, who Jake and Amy had argued fiercely about getting and ended up settling over an intense game of Monopoly.
Then Holt began speaking and everything blurred. She laughed, she cried, she felt hopelessly, ridiculously in love. She could barely even remember her and Jake’s vows, although she remembered falling in love with her stupid boyf- no, husband all over again.
What she remembered vividly was the moment right before they kissed for the first time as husband and wife, when it came time for the I do’s.
Captain Holt, standing under a magnificent balloon arch (he had insisted, and frankly the passion with which he argued had touched Amy immensely until she had relented), turned to Amy and asked her the most important question she’d ever been asked.
“Amy Santiago, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
She nodded, throat tight. “I do,” she said.
Jake’s eyes were bright and warm, and she stared at him and saw his lips twitch and his lips form the words title of your sex tape.
And with that, she remembered. Not every time he’d said that, sure, but several times. I’m with someone and nothing’s going to happen. I just got it out of the vent to rub it in your faces. Why doesn’t your mouth work?
I hope this wasn’t a mistake.
It wasn’t. It hadn’t been. What it had been was the best decision she had ever made.
She laughed, and when Jake said “I do” and they kissed, long and gentle and with all the love she felt in her body, and when they broke apart they pressed their foreheads together and breathed, absorbed in the presence of one another.
“I wish I could live in this moment forever,” Jake whispered, quietly and honestly.
And Amy, staring at his lips and feeling the same thing, could not resist. “Title of your sex tape,” she said back.
The laughter she was gifted with, from the man she loved, was the best gift she could ever have received.
the reason the feet in skyrim games look like they’re the video game quake is because todd howard has a foot fetish
“but that makes no sense!” you exclaim, drooling, “if he had a foot fetish, wouldn’t the feet look good and not like quake?”
you see, by making the feet look like quake, he’s giving foot fetish modders a job. and they excel at their job. they will make exquisite replacement feet, far more beautiful than anything todd howard could make himself with his tiny hands. if todd made beautiful feet in the default game, he would be outed as a foot fetishist. if todd makes excessively bad feet, people will make exquisite feet beyond your imagination. todd gets beautiful feet and the world is none the wiser.
You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself; you’ve seen yourself through harsh eyes for too long. Maybe you should close those eyes for a while. Realize that your kindness and creativity and intelligence is more beautiful than anything you can see with your eyes.
Hold her hand, pull her in for a kiss, rest your forehead against hers, nuzzle into her neck. Be close to her. It’s loving. It’s beautiful. You’re not a section on a porn site. You’re a girl loving a girl and personally I don’t think there’s anything more beautiful and magical.
for a show that’s about a black woman joining major league baseball, talks about the pressure on women to succeed in male-dominated sports, features an amazing platonic relationship between the main female and another main black male, talks openly about anxiety issues, includes a black housewife that flourishes in that role while supporting her husband’s career, while also talking about the sacrifices she has made AND has a very beautiful friendship based on respect and love between the main career-orientated female and the housewife, pitch does not get the love it deserves