mee maw

ShAmy : The “Best OTP ever” Progression

Bernadette: Whee-ee-ee!

Amy: You smell like baby powder.

Sheldon: It’s talc. But as that’s a primary ingredient of baby powder, I understand your confusion.

Amy: Oh, I’m not confused at all. You’re like a sexy toddler.

Sheldon: I don’t know how to process that.

Bernadette: I do. Amy and Sheldon sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-S-S-I-N-G.

Penny: That’s too many S’s for kissing.

Bernadette: Not if they’re doing it for a long time.

Penny: Sheldon, have you ever kissed a girl?

Sheldon: Other than my mother, my sister and my mee-maw, no. But in the interest of full disclosure, I was once on a bus and had to give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to an elderly nun who passed out from heat exhaustion. Every year I get a Christmas card from her, signed with far too many X’s and O’s.

Bernadette: That doesn’t count. Aren’t you even a little curious?

Penny: Yeah, you’re a scientist, where is the curiosity?

Amy: I’m available for experimentation.

Sheldon: Thank you. Not necessary. We know everything there is to know about kissing. It requires 34 facial muscles and 112 postural muscles.

Amy: Oh, blah, blah, blah. Give me some sugar, bestie (kisses Penny).

Sheldon: I’m certainly glad no one said they were curious about Aztec human sacrifice.

Penny: Hey, I know, let’s take Sheldon dancing.

Bernadette: Oh, I totally want to see Sheldon dance. I bet he looks like a spider on a hot plate.

Sheldon: No, thank you, but for the record, I’m an excellent dancer. Proficient in the rumba, waltz and cha-cha.

Amy: Really?

Sheldon: I don’t see why that’s surprising. I excel at so many things. You’ve had my sourdough bread.

Penny: Did you take dance lessons?

Sheldon: Against my will. In the South, pre-adolescent children are forced through a process called cotillion, which indoctrinates them with all the social graces and dance skills needed to function in 18th century Vienna.

Penny: Oh, we are so taking you dancing.

Sheldon: No, you most certainly are not.

Bernadette: Well, what does your cotillion training say is expected of a gentleman when three ladies ask him to escort them to a dance soiree?

Sheldon: I saved a nun’s life. Why am I being punished?

4 x 21 The Agreement Dissection

6 Satisfying Moments That Went Down On The Big Bang Theory This Season

1. Sheldon says, “I love you,” to Amy.

After an evening plagued by panic and anxiety, Sheldon and Amy are just about to leave for prom when she says there’s something she’s been meaning to tell him. We all think we know what’s coming, but Sheldon totally comes out of nowhere to be the first to say those three special words. (Hint: “I love you.”) Understandably flustered, Amy can’t find her footing to return the sentiment, but her hyperventilation speaks volumes.

2. Raj gets his first serious girlfriend.

When a couple decides whether or not to become exclusive, sometimes it can take tireless debates or negotiations. (At least, that’s been our experience, but we digress…) Thankfully, for Raj and Emily, all it took was a sweet admission that they didn’t want to date other people to take their relationship to the next level.Swoon!

3. Sheldon and Amy throw a G-rated sleepover.

In an attempt to suspend the date-night parameters of his relationship agreement with Amy, Sheldon agrees to partake in a family-friendly overnight with his bespectacled girlfriend. Though the suggestion seems completely impromptu, it’s pretty obvious Amy has been waiting nearly two years for this very moment. How else can you explain the vacuum-sealed package of slumber necessities she pulls out of nowhere? Thankfully for Amy, Sheldon sees preparedness as a turn-on.

4. Penny develops a flair for pharmaceuticals.

It might not be as glamorous as acting, but pharmaceuticals seem to be Penny’s true calling. This girl is totally crushing it at Bernadette’s company and, for the first time ever, is making major bank. Get it, Penny!

5. Sheldon and Amy agree not to exchange Christmas gifts, but do anyway.

With Sheldon’s disdain for the holiday season, Shamy initially agree to not exchange presents. However, irritated by Amy’s recent PDA at a Christmas tree lot, Sheldon decides the best revenge is to give his girlfriend the most thoughtful gift possible—and then make her feel terrible for not getting him one in return. Emotional revenge wasn’t as satisfying as Sheldon hoped, though, because Amy decided to bake sweets for her sweetheart, which defied their original agreement, too. (BTW: She got the recipe from his Mee-Maw!) These two really are meant for each other.

6. Leonard stumbles upon a scientific breakthrough.

When Leonard finally strings together a concrete theory about superfluid vacuums, he can’t wait to tell Sheldon, who immediately validates his findings and encourages his friend to share his hypothesis with the world. Of course, not before Sheldon adds his own scientific two cents. Then, with the help of Sheldon’s input, Leonard’s research is greeted with huge fanfare in the quantum physics community.

And you know what they say about the quantum physics community: If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere.  

A  shamy season??

I discussed this Minkuri headcanon a long time ago with dragonreine, but hadn’t had time to write it up until now. 

Clear is the kind of man who wants community. He wants to be connected to others. Had Mink’s people survived, he would have flourished in their presence, becoming part of a ready-made family group with brothers, sisters, uncles, and aunts. Even knowing that Mink’s people are gone, Clear reaches out to the community, becoming involved in selling at farmers’ markets, potlucks, even getting involved at the local rest home to help cheer up elderly and veterans. 

But this is not enough for Clear. He begins to think about a family of his own with the man he loves. 

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Big Bang Theory - The Precious Fragmentation

Howard (on the phone): I’m sorry Ma, I have to, stay late at the office.


Howard: Will you be quiet?!


Howard (on the phone): I’ll call you back.

Raj: I think it’s lovely of you to call your Mommy and let her know you’re going to be late for dinner. From what I know about these things, if a woman doesn’t breastfeed on time, it’s very uncomfortable for her, boobies.

Howard: Don’t you talk about my Mother’s boobies.

Raj: Well if you’re offended, let go of the ring and go on home to your Mother’s boobies.

Sheldon: Excellent, excellent, tire each other out, the ring will be mine. Howard, why don’t you go after Raj’s Mother.

Raj: Why don’t we go after your Mother?

Sheldon: Go Ahead. I have no allusions about my Mother, she is a kind, loving, religiously fanatical right-wing Texan, with a slightly out-of-scale head and a mild Dr. Pepper addiction. Anything you’d like to add?

Howard: Uh, that’s not gonna get you anywhere. Better pull out the big gun.

Raj: You’re right. Let’s talk about your Grandmother.

Sheldon: No! I call no Meemaws.

Raj: Think about this, the only way your Mother was born, was your Memaw had sex.

Sheldon: I don’t wanna hear this.

Howard: Then let go of the ring, and walk away.

Sheldon: Never!

Howard: Alright, I bet that your Meemaw didn’t just have sex to have your Mother, I bet she had sex, because she liked it.

Sheldon: Stop it!

Raj: Ha! Meemaw did the nasty!

Sheldon: I SAID STOP IT!

(Howard and Raj laugh.)

Howard: We’re getting to him!

Sheldon: Waterfalls!

Raj: What?!

Sheldon: Waterfalls! Crashing Waves! Babbling Brooks!

Howard: What are you doing?

Sheldon: Subliminal messaging. I’m going to make you want to pee. Dripping faucets, leaky gutter…. peeing.

Raj: Listen, it’s not working dude.

Sheldon: Ha Oh! It’s working alright. I have to pee.

Raj: Then let go of the ring and go.

Howard: Well actually, I wouldn’t mind going too.

Raj: Fine, um, on the count to three. One, Two…

Sheldon: Eh, wait just to clarify. When you get to three, do we stand up…or do we pee?

Howard: We stand up!

Sheldon: Excellent choice.

Raj: Three!

(The guys stand up to go to the toilet.)

Howard: (Sigh) Something tells me this was a bad day to wear suede shoes.

A House is Not a Home || Moving

Our homecoming had been hectic; full of explanations and celebrations for our safe return. It had been hard to get any alone time together despite the rings on our fingers. I think our families were trying to make sure we didn’t jump straight into bed together and start our own little family before we were ready. Melodee and Lianu had already announced that they were expecting; it was a happy circumstance but I didn’t want to share in their joy just yet. I wasn’t ready to relinquish all of my time with Chessa. I wanted to spend the night wrapped up in her arms not letting my wife worry about spit up and nappies. We were young, Chessa even more so and as much as wanted children I knew we needed to wait.

We had been splitting our time between Chessa’s familial home and mine, but it was starting to feel cramped. I loved my grandparents and Chessa’s brothers had readily accepted me but I wanted what we had enjoyed in the Capitol. Privacy. I was bone tired most nights, I’d trek to her parents place only to eat and fall into bed where sleep overcomes me. There were no moments for romance and I felt like her father was making sure I wasn’t deflowering his daughter on every surface. He barely ever knocked and Mee-maw had started cracking my bedroom door open whenever Chessa slept over.

Sighing I sat on the porch swing listening to Chessa talking to Mee-maw, I’d come up with the perfect solution. I just hoped it was what she wanted.