isn't he married

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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. 

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ok but what if malec get married on the anniversary of their first kiss? “exactly 5 years ago i almost got married,,, to a woman!” *the crowd gasps* “shocking, i know! but then this man stormed in all like ‘sorry am i late to the party?’, told my mum to fuck off and gave me the chance to make the best choice i ever made in my entire life. to choose myself. to choose love. to choose this handsome man right here. i am a lucky man, i know!” *laughs* “of course, lydia is a lovely woman and im glad she’s happy with her wife lindsay now but she wasn’t really,,, my type, to say the least. but this man is. Absolutely. my type. and i wanna spend the rest of my life with him. i know some of you might be wondering why we’re even getting married since according to my blonde brother jace here we’re 'already a disgustingly cute old-married couple that is raising 83727 kids together anyways’” *everyone laughs* “but still,,, i wanna make it official. i want everyone to be the witness of this. to witness how much i love this man. also, i really wanna be able to legally call him my husband, so there’s that”*everyone has put their hands on their hearts in awe & is smiling*

A ring on it
  • My mom: So, JJ and everyone promised they would get married after the competitions...
  • Me: Well, after they win gold. Maybe they said that because they knew they wouldn't win, hahaha. After all, the younger skater won and he isn't getting married.
  • My mom: But he *will* get married to the motorcycle guy.
  • Me *screaming internally*: omg she ships it
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the 1988 mating dance

(thanks for the vid @luxnowell!)

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Family Reunion : Holbrook Edition! 📷

From left to right: Erin Holbrook, Riya Chandra, Blanche Holbrook, Marley Holbrook, Lawrence Holbrook, Viola Holbrook, Evan Bellevue. 

Kirishima and Kaminari: We got married!!

Bakugo and squad: *Silent and staring*

Bakugo: But.. You weren’t even dating?!

Kaminari: Yeah, but we just like talked and..

Kirishima: One thing lead to another! 

Bakugo: … YOU HAVEN’T EVEN KISSED OR ANYTHING? 

Uraraka: I think it’s sweet! Congratulations, you two!!

Tsu: They have been kind of inseperable since they met.

Bakugo: But so have we!?!

Ashido: Awww, Bakugo is jealous?

Bakugo: NO I JUST I– FUCK! *Burns the couch*

Kirishima: We’ll still be your friends!! You can even join us if you ever wa–

Bakugo: SHUT THE FUCK YOUR SHARKY FACE HOLE! *Fumes*

Sero: So.. Where are you honeymooning?

Kaminari: Dunno yet, but it’s gonna start with going out for some steak!!

Kirishima: *Looks at him lovingly* Oh babe! *Proceeds to kiss Kaminari*

Bakugo: *Screams and storms out of the room with explosions following*

It is cold. The concrete under Lafay’s feet. The night air. The stuttering stillness of his anxious heart. Everything is cold.

Lafay hasn’t breathed a word, he watches Gaston on the bed, hardly breathing. He has a million things he wants to say. Why did you leave me? Why did you choose her over me? When did I stop mattering to you? But he can’t speak. Even if he did, the chances Gaston would hear him are slim and the chances he would be well-received are slimmer.

So he sits there, watching him day in and day out.

***

In thirteen days, Gaston opens his eyes.

But the first day, they exchange no words. Gaston looks at Lafay, and Lafay looks at Gaston, and they never breathe a word.

Lafay continues sitting in the room, though. The minutes stretch into hours, and he doesn’t move, especially now that Gaston is awake. They gaze each other with novels to say but never speak.

***

Sixteen days into Gaston’s recovery, Gaston finally speaks.

And Gaston says, “Lefou,” and then, “thank you,” in a scratchy voice that is strong albeit quiet. Much like the ocean at night, forceful and serene.

Lafay is at a loss.

“You’re welcome,” the words punch out of him as if they were stolen.

Gaston turns his head toward the window on the opposite wall.

They lapse into silence again.

***

Gaston begins eating more. Lafay begins breathing more.

***

Upon the twenty-first day, they speak some more.

“No one asked this if you,” Gaston accuses, “and yet here you are.”

Lafay ponders this, then agrees with a nod, “Here I am.”

Gaston fists his hands in the blanket of the bed. His jaw is set, face tense. Lafay watches curiously to see if Gaston will say something damning or something redeeming.

It turns out, he says something redeeming.

“Why?” he bursts, “Why do you stay?”

Lafay shrugs. He’d asked himself the same thing a million times, and each time finds but one irrational, irrelevant answer.

But saying it out loud is too difficult, so Lafay says, “Isn’t it obvious?”

***

The next day Gaston says, “What have I done to deserve this?” quickly and bemusedly.

“You turned the entire town against an innocent man-!”

“No,” Gaston interrupts. “Not- Not this,” he gestures to himself. And then to Lafay. “You. What have I done to deserve being saved and cared for by you?”

Lafay’s heart stops. He expected Gaston to thrash and yell, maybe even run back to the village to finish the job he’d started. It’s he monster he became. Lafay wouldn’t be surprised. He never expected Gaston to receive and welcome help.

“Gaston-”

“And don’t start with the cryptic responses, Lefou. It isn’t obvious and I don’t understand. All that I know is I was commanding an army and protecting our village one minute- and the next something happened. Now I’m here.

"I’ve obviously done something wrong,” Gaston finishes. “I only wish I knew what it was, and how things turned out the way they did.”

Lafay nears the bed and habitually grasps Gaston’s shoulder. He wanted to reassure him. He wanted to cheer him up. But he couldn’t, because he didn’t know who Gaston was anymore. Was Gaston the same man who fought wars with him, defended the weak? Was Gaston the same man who tried to kill the father of a woman he claimed to love?

Was Gaston the same man who left Lafay to die in the castle?

“Gaston…” Lafay starts. “Tell me honestly why you attacked The Beast that night.”

And Gaston replies, “To save Belle-”

“No,” Lafay stops him. “Tell me why.”

There’s a breath of silence.

“I-” Gaston stops.

“Because I think- I want to think and hope to think- it’s because you were scared,” Lafay starts rambling. “None of us had ever seen magic like that before. Tell me you were just confused and scared and you wouldn’t have hurt anyone if you were yourself.”

Lafay stops. Then, says, “Tell me that you left me because you were not yourself.”

“Lefou,” Gaston says pleadingly, “I regret that more than I regret anything I’ve ever done.”

Lafay laughs brokenheartedly, massaging his shoulder more aggressively. “Gaston we both know regret isn’t something you identify with-”

“You’re wrong,” Gaston says. “I know I haven’t much experience in the past, but any word said to mean regret is nothing without accommodation for how I feel knowing I betrayed you-

"And for what? A stupid girl. I don’t care about Belle. I know that now. I don’t think I ever cared about her. I wanted something to be an example of- an example of what it is to be normal. Because what I want isn’t.

"Lefou,” Gaston stresses. “what I want isn’t normal.”

Lafay’s heart stops with each syllable, hands slowing until they rest softly on Gaston’s collarbone. Gaston can’t be saying what Lafay thinks he’s saying.

“Forgive me if I am misreading this, but I want you, not Belle.”

He is.

Lafay suddenly can’t breathe. In a thousand varieties he’s heard those words, mumbled in the abyss of dreams and the shroud of fabricated memories, but never so clear and real as now. And he doesn’t know what to say.

Time stops, and Lafay forces air in and out of his lungs like factory work.

“I- Of course- Yes. I mean, no, you’re not misreading anything I just-”

“Lefou,” Gaston reaches out with one hand, twisting the fabric of his shirt and dragging his body weight down onto his own.

And they kiss.

In one of the Futurama comics Fry mentions how “his face is as red as a baboon’s butt” after he makes out with this girl and how its the only sign that they aren’t perfect for each other.

He doesn’t say whether or not she mentioned it originally or anything, but it seems to be a point of insecurity (at least to an extent) for him, and I imagine that it would probably happen every time he makes out with somebody (he is a pale, white redhead after all).

In these trying times I’d like to introduce the idea that of all the people Fry has made out with in his lifetime, it isn’t until he and Bender first do so that his crazy blush afterwards isn’t mentioned by his partner, nonetheless possibly mocked or ridiculed.

One day Fry brings it up with Bender and asks him whether or not he noticed or was just trying to be nice, and Bender tells him that Fry blushes around him often enough that he didn’t really take note of it. Also that it was kinda cute and just meant that Bender is a good kisser and his doing his job right as his boyfriend.

Fry thinks this is a good sign, among the many, that him and Bender are perfect for each other.

I know it’s called Rules of Engagement, but that didn’t mean the whole Alex and Elena plotline needed to happen. One engagement is enough. And also, his second task is a much bigger ask than any of the others? MC has to use a certain ribbon at her wedding, Nicole has to use a specific lantern at an event she already had to go to, Jess just has to ‘follow her heart’. These are all relatively small tasks that just add on to what they’ve already been asked to do.

And then there’s Alex. Who is told that he has to propose. As if Nana should get any say over when he makes that decision - at least with MC, she was actually engaged when Nana told her to get married (although I don’t think that was okay either).

"I want that woman out of my house!"

“I prefer the blue paint,” Draco said. He pointed at the sky-like paint swatch and Harry made a face.

“Are you sure you don’t like the coral?” Harry asked. There was an array of swatches laid in the table in front of them. An interior designer was sitting behind the table with an expectant look on her face. The swatches ranged from red to yellow. They were all subtle and smooth colors. The designer had chosen a design of straight lines to paint the living room walls. Now all she needed was for Draco and Harry to decide on a color. Throughout this process, they hadn’t made one decision without fighting over it.

“The coral? We’re painting our living room, not making an ocean replica,” Draco scoffed.

Harry sighed and said, “I think it goes better with the furniture. The blue doesn’t go well.” Draco glared at Harry.

“If I may,” the designer said. “Harry does make a good point. The coral complements the furniture well. Coral tends to work well with brown and white shades, which is the color of most of the furniture.” Draco grit his teeth. It seemed that every time he and Harry disagreed, the designer took Harry’s side. Probably for the same reason why she asked for his autograph before they started. Draco found it hard to believe that it was for her niece.

“Harry can I talk to you in the other room for a moment?” Draco asked through clenched teeth. After a moment of hesitation, Harry nodded and followed him into the kitchen.

“Draco-” Harry said.

“I want that woman out of my house!” Draco interrupted.

“Draco, calm down,” Harry said. “No. I’m sick of people coming into my house and treating me like scum. It’s ridiculous,” Draco began to rant. “Baby, she only agreed with me on the color of the paint,” Harry tried to calm Draco. “And the kitchen dishes, the bed set, the bathroom towels-” Draco began listing off on his fingers. “Okay, I get it. What do you want me to do? We can’t hire another one. We’ve been through five now,” Harry said, hoping Draco would see sense. “Why can’t we just do it ourselves? Why do we need a professional?” Draco questioned. Harry sighed and said, “Because we can’t agree on anything.” “So, we hire people that will most certainly agree with you. That way, you always get your way. I see now,” Draco said. “Okay. We can do the blue paint. The blue looks alright,” Harry appeased Draco. The only response Draco gave was a glare. “What? I don’t understand what you want,” Harry groaned. “I want you to actually agree with me. I don’t want you to agree with me out of pity, or whatever,” Draco said. He crossed his arms over his chest and turned away. Harry took a deep breath and walked up to his husband to wrap his arms around him. Draco froze but eventually relaxed. Harry put his head on Draco’s shoulder. “I only saw it once or twice, but the master room at the Dursley’s was painted blue and brown. It looked fine. Blue would go well with the brown furniture,” Harry said. “Are you kidding? The blue is ghastly,” Draco scoffed. Harry let out a chuckle and turned Draco to face him. “You’re absolutely ridiculous,” Harry shook his head. “You love it,” Draco teased. “Yeah,” Harry said. Then, he kissed Draco. Taking his hands, they walked back to the living room together.

erebones  asked:

sea change, spiritassassin :3

A rare snowfall had left the courtyard dusted in snow. He breathed in the smell of sharp cold as he crouched, tugging off one glove to drag his fingers through what accumulated. There was just enough to be a nuisance but not enough for even a bare handful to shove down the back of a robe. A waste, Chirrut thought with a sigh, sliding his glove back on and lifting his broom.

He had been assigned to sweep the courtyard, a monotonous task assigned by Master Rasa with the suspected intent to give him time to reflect on certain decisions he made. Baze had proposed and Chirrut accepted, and if Rasa thought a few hours of sweeping would make him change his mind than the man should renounce his position for surely the Force had abandoned him.

Chirrut set to the task amid the excited cries of the young initiates as they were herded to breakfast and then on to morning lessons. Baze would be among them, patiently answering questions and catching the few that always tried to sneak off. Chirrut listened closely but Baze’s voice was absent. It was disappointing but not surprising; they had been kept apart for over a week now. While not even the abbot could forbid their marriage, it was clear that the grandmasters disapproved all the same.

“The logical path to take would be work from one side to the other,” Tseten said.

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Have you ever considered a beauty and the beast style story with newt as beauty and Percival as the beast, grindelwald was the sorcerer, and the aurors are the enchanted objects? Idk I saw the movie and I've been thinking about it a lot. Like everyone in town except Jacob and Theseus thinking Newt's weird (especially bc he isn't married) and then him stumbling upon the castle and falling in love with this grumpy beast idk it's just so \(^-^)/ !

Ya know, I hadn’t thought about it… but this artist’s gorgeous illustration definitely makes it plausible, doesn’t it? I love that it’s Newt who stumbles on the castle though. Like, he isn’t taken prisoner. Percy wants him to go because what the fuck, boy, I am not beautiful I am a monster why aren’t you afraid of me - you should be

“There’s beauty in everything,” Newt says gently, cradling Graves’ massive claws in his hands. “Just as much beauty in a wildflower as there is in teeth and claws and fangs. Just a different kind of beauty. A fatal kind of beauty. A kind heart wrapped in knives. Who did this to you?”

Graves yanks his paw back.

“Does it matter?”

“Not to me,” Newt says, “You are who you are, whether you’re covered in fur or skin you’re Percival Graves and that’s all that matters to me. The question is, does it matter to you?”

Graves stills. He thinks of what it was like to be a man. To be a prince, before Grindelwald came and snatched his kingdom away from him. The plans he once had to make his kingdom great. To make sure his people’s crops flourished and their livestock prospered and their bellies were filled. To make sure their economy grew and their lands were secure.

He thinks of what it is now. Of what Grindelwald did to it after he murdered his father and performed the witchcraft that had bound him beneath fur and fear and fangs. 

“It did, once,” Graves growls softly.

Newt smiles.

“Once?”

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Are you…jealous?

... that time I filled my husband’s shoes with ice, and he had to grudgingly thank me for it ...

He is such a wimp about breaking in new shoes, and decided this recent pair wasn’t even worth it, like he was just going to get other new shoes and start over. What on earth.

So I did some googling to try to spare him some pain, and shoe shopping, and pain, and found this trick where you put bags of water inside the shoes, and FREEZE THEM.

The ice expands and flexes out the material or something. Then  you have to thaw them so you can get the ice/slush out. You should have seen the skeptical faces he was making at me during this whole process.

Ah, but it worked.