marry-a-man

so anyway crazy idea but it’s just fiction so let people run their sans from undertale rp blog and write fics where they marry the smelly rat man from overwatch

let people enjoy things and stop making unironic cringe posts that are 40 replies of pretending you’re better than those people lol

anonymous asked:

I don't hate L*ndsey but she is kind of... A jealous ugly cunt. She wrecks a lot of things for Gerard. I'll be honest, I'm only on your blog to send you this. I'm going to block you directly after. I'm sorry, I'm spreading God's word. Eve made Adam eat the fruit, as L*ndesy did to Gerard.

One day I hope you’re able to love yourself and stop being hateful towards talented and successful women.

anonymous asked:

#59 with Lúcio?

59. “I’m yours.”

Combat, dark and dangerous, it always was. War wasn’t a game. So when stuck in a sticky situation you asked Lucio to marry you, it came to quite a shock to the team. 
“I’m yours.” He had replied, looking around for somebody. “Gabriel!” He yelled to the shotgun wielder a bit ahead. 
“I need you to marry us.” Lucio told the man, who turned around with a look of surprise. “Now?! We’re in the middle of a warzone!” He yelled back at you two.
“What better time?!” You replied from your perch, sliding down a pole to the two on the ground. Gabriel growled throwing his shot guns down and pulling new ones from his side. 
“Dearly beloved, we’re gathered here today.” He started. You sniped a flanker that was sneaking up on Lucio. 
“In the sight of war, and in company of these god damn attackers, to join together these two in holy matrimony.” Gabriel, kicked somebody down and shot them in the head.
“Hurry this along you three!” Mccree’s voice came through the comms. “Don’t rush them Jesse.” Ana’s was next.
“Okay okay, blah blah blah. Lucio do you take (y/n) to be your lawfully wedded partner?” Gabriel asked. “I do!” 
“And (Y/n), do you take Lucio to be your lawfully wedding husband?” Gabriel sighed already knowing the answer. “I do.” You replied with a smile.
“Oh wonderful, you guys are married now, have fun!” Gabriel resumed his work on mowing down the heavy hitters.
And Lucio spun around to kiss you. “I’m all yours.” He whispered. 

anonymous asked:

Hey! I love your blog and it really helps! Well uh, my dad is slightly homophobic? I don't really know what to do since he keeps pulling me for talks about "how one day I'll grow up to be a fine young lady and I'll marry a man" and such...I know he loves me but it's just really uncomfortable and I don't know what I should do. I know I'm a lesbian but I'm still closeted, even to majority of my friends.

Sigh… Dads, right? No, but really, that isn’t okay for you to hear. Not at all. And I’m sorry that you have to hear that from someone who is supposed to be so close to you, I can’t imagine how that feels for you. Definitely tough. I guess we can’t really control the way our parents think or view things, but maybe you can talk to him and help him to slowly understand things more. When he pulls you for these talks, maybe explain back to him how you feel, and hopefully you expressing your feelings might help him to see things more clearly. Be brave and speak up about who you are, be proud and unapologetic about it! If expressing your feelings isn’t quite getting through to him, don’t fret. You know who you are, and in the end that’s all that matters. You won’t grow up to be “a fine young lady that marries a man.” You are gonna grow up to be “a badass lesbian who marries a cute chick and has an army of cats.” But jokes aside, you know your truths. Don’t listen to your dad, you are still the same old perfect you whether you end up with a man or with a woman. In the meantime, seek out a support system elsewhere. Seek out some gay friends maybe at school or something, (gay people are easy to find, I swear we just run around in herds.) The interwebs also offers a wonderful gay community to intermix with and find support, it’s amazing! I’ve met some awesome super gay people from just interacting with the community online, and it has been amazing! Shoot, come hit me up on my personal @zucchini-angst if you ever want to chit chat, we can get angry about your homophobic dad or we can just talk about cute celebs. But seriously, seek support from those who have it to give, and don’t expect it from those who don’t give it, (even when they should.) Don’t take your dad’s words to heart. Only you know who you are. 💗💕

SKAM S04E09 Clip 5 - Maghrib

SANA: Please accept my fast, even though I’ve behaved badly. Please watch over Eva and Vilde and Noora, Chris. Please watch over Isak and Even and Elias and Yousef.

[VILDE: Hi, are you ready to meet up?

EVA: Sana! Chris and I will pick you up with the van in 20 minutes.

SANA: Ok cool

SANA: I regret cancelling the date with Yousef

NOORA: YEEES! Call him! Go!

EVA: Do it girl!! Life is NOW!!

SANA: According to Islam, life is after death. Which is one of the reasons why I should stay away from him

CHRIS: According to me, the abdomen is dead after death. Which is one of the reasons why you should meet him!!

VILDE: Yousef! Yousef! Yousef!

SANA: Hahaha I get why mom is worried that I don’t have any Muslim friends

NOORA: Hello! OK!! I can argue from an Islamic perspective

SANA: Now I’m intrigued

NOORA: Ok, doesn’t Islam believe in destiny?

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Lame adaptations and sequels are always like, “how can Mina go back to her stifling Victorian marriage after her experience with the dark, seductive Dracula??”

Meanwhile, Mina marries her best friend, who she’s known since they were children, who she share common interests with, they build a home together, work as partners, make immense sacrifices for each other, support each other through their traumas.

Guys, a marriage isn’t stifling and restrictive just because two people… get along, I guess?

My sister sent me a short response to a prompt she was given to write about privilege and it’s beautiful and important so I wanted to share it with you all: 

“It wasn’t until my older sister admitted to me that she had always felt a smudge of jealousy of my role in our family that I realized I was privileged…privileged compared to my very own sister. And by “role in my family” I mean that my sister perceived me to be the perfect traditional daughter who would someday be married to a man and have biological children and make my parents happy grandparents. 

You see, my older sister is gay, or “lesbian”, to use proper terminology. And while my parent’s completely accept her for who she is and love her and I just the same, I understand that this ‘traditional’ path will always be much easier than hers. That isn’t her fault and it isn’t mine – it’s just the privilege I was born into. In today’s society being gay or lesbian is becoming less of a controversial issue, but people who identify with these sexual orientations still face everyday challenges in regards to embracing the person they love – something I never had to face in my life.

Because I am straight, I have the privilege of walking down the street, holding my lover’s hand without receiving long stares or multiple double-takes. I have the privilege of comfortably telling people about my boyfriend when they ask me if I am dating anyone, instead of having to “come out” over and over again. I have the privilege of being friends with multiple girls, and those girls never assuming me being nice or being a good friend is me trying to come onto them. I have the privilege of posting a picture of myself kissing my significant other without being over-sexualized by men. I have the privilege of never having to fight to have the right to marry the person I love. I have so many privileges associated with being straight, that it’s easy to overlook how much courage it takes to embrace identifying as anything different. But, because I have recognized my privilege, it has only made me admire my sister even more for her strength. For her ability to overcome those everyday challenges and full-heatedly be proud of the person - of the lesbian - that she is. She has truly inspired me to embrace and love everything that I am - and everything that I am not.” 

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maya hart + closeted lesbian opinions

Can you believe Yuuri is going to marry his idol?? the man he has looked up to almost his entire life?? the man who he has seen as god-like, unreachable, perfect. Victor was what Yuuri wished he could be but never thought he’d be able to reach Victor’s level but then?? Victor himself proved him wrong, helped Yuuri reach not only Victor’s level but above it?? His biggest dream was to skate on the same ice as Victor but now he has skated with Victor and they’re gonna get married???

And can you believe that Victor, who has dedicated his life to skating, who has neglected his life and love for decades met a beautiful man who took his breath away, stole his heart during one night and then disappeared, left Victor pining for him with no way to contact him, finally found him?? He found that beautiful man and that man gave him everything that had been missing from Victor’s life and he didn’t even have to try. And then he slipped a ring on Victor’s finger in the most romantic setting imaginable, wordlessly promising to stay by his side for the rest of their lives??

can you believe?????

Boner

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Summary: The reader moves into a new town and finds out something surprising about her new gorgeous neighbor.

Prompt: “I’m not sure if you’re trying to turn me on but I have a boner now.”

Pairing: neighbor!Dean x Reader

Requested: @whispersandwhiskerburn


Change.

You’ve never despised a word so much in your god damn life. It mocks you, rips every little aggravation from the world and throws it right into your fucking face. It’s turned your life completely and totally upside down. Then it spun you the fuck around just to make sure you’re officially screwed.

Having just moved from New York two weeks ago, you can now call Nashville home. Forget a different state, you feel like you’re in a freaking different reality. The friendly residents alone throw you for a loop. You’re slightly convinced that they have some ulterior motive. Then again considering the shady fuckers in your past, you could just be paranoid. 

Growing up in a big city has given you a tough exterior that the men around here seem to be intimated by. It must be the way you carry yourself, also the permanent bitch face that you’ve acquired over the years.

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