not that they don't have lovely husbands

Simon: *peeks out from behind menu he’s not reading*

Baz: *glares*

Simon: *visibly blushing*

Baz: *narrows eyes*

Simon: “So, I was feeling… something… and I did… something…”

Baz: *places down menu in the restaurant they’re sitting at* *takes deep breath* “Simon… what did you d-”

~music starts playing… sexy violins… romantic stylz music~

Waiter #1: *brings giant bouquet of roses*

Waiter #2: *brings giant red velvet cake to the table, adorned with many a decorative, edible flower*

Waiter #3: *brings comically large valentines card over (even though it’s only half way through January)

Baz: *actual rabbit in the headlights*

Simon: *starts babbing* “So, that feeling I was feeling was love and I got carried away and gosh, I was just thinking about everything and things and then you! And then I asked these waiters to come over here and bring all this stuff and so *takes deep breath* Basilton Grimm-Pitch… will you be my valentine?

Baz: *deadpan glare*

Simon: *puppy-dog eyes, looking adorable*

Baz: *deadpan glare*

Waiters: *uncomfortable squirming*


Simon: “Still…”

Waiters: *still uncomfortable, now also confused puppies*

Baz: *resigned sigh* Yes, I will be your valentine

Simon: *fist pumps in the air* *whooping and holling with pure joy* *high five’s confused waiters*

Baz: *blushes* *hides behind his menu and secretly grins at his adorable amazing sunshine husband and thanks his lucky stars he’s married to the most wonderfully amazing goofball in the whole wide world*


  • What she says: i'm fine
  • What she means: do you know how hard it must've been for Killian Jones to stop drinking and gambling in his pre-navy days? to claw out of the hole he was in? a man with so little self-worth would've literally drank himself to death and squandered every penny he had. a man with such supposed weakness in the face of darkness would've backslid right into drinking even after joining the navy, just as alcoholism affects jobs. a man with as much self-loathing as he had would've self-destructed and embraced every demon. but he didn't. he got his fucking act together during his time as Lt. Jones because his brother was his world and his light and his inspiration and his love and the source of hope for him. and then, that light DIED––due to machinations by the system that fucked them over in the first place. it wasn't just understandable for bright and starry-eyed Lt. Jones to fall so far after his brother's death. it was inevitable.
You deserve much better than me...

PSA: Thace has a cute face ^3^


Jimon Week Day 1 → social media AU [Valentine’s Day edition]

Two months following their engagement, Jace Wayland and Simon Lewis spend a very special Valentine’s Day together as soon-to-be husbands.

How to Take Care of Children by Sugamama and Dadchi
  • Suga: Don't forget to always feed them before yourself. Schedule play dates for the younger ones so they can make new friends. Make sure they always get an ample amount of sleep or it will be hell in the morning. There will always be one child that wants to watch the world burn, don't let him do that.
  • Daichi:
  • Step 1: Deny that you have children
  • Step 2: Be angry that your husband persuaded you to have children
  • Step 3: Try to unadopt your children
  • Step 4: Cry
  • Step 5: Accept that they're all idiots

I don’t get it. Jim and Spock have so many romantic moments in TOS, seriously the only thing they don’t do on screen is kiss, and when the reboot roles around, in a time period where two men loving each other is accepted, They are painfully out of character. Instead of a bookish, nerdy, feminist, who was bullied in the academy. In AOS he’s a Bad Boy (Trademarked) who is sleeps with every woman he sees. I’m sorry, but I just can’t see AOS Kirk defending women like TOS Kirk did. And don’t even get me started on Spock and Uhura’s relationship. I love TOS Uhura, in AOS she’s been demoted from a strong, intelligent character, who might have a relationship with Scotty, to the main character’s love interest. (Spock of course, can’t have Kirk tied down. Where’s a vomiting emoticon when I need it?) And Spock when we see him display emotion do we see kindness, affection, love, sadness? Nope. No soft girly emotions for this Vulcan! We see anger, we see hatred, we see him chocking his captain out on the bridge. ( What is this the mirror!verse? Oh, wait, even mirror!Spock in all his bearded glory was, friends? Lovers? With his captain. He wouldn’t start strangling him on the bridge, or anywhere else.) we might see some softness, but not to the level TOS had. While I’m glad people enjoy AOS and I’m glad new Trekkies got to discover this fandom thanks to it, I miss the nerdy space husbands who flirt over chess.

When people judge me for liking K/S, and that my fave is OMS:

Them: “But they’re OLD. They’re not even HOT. Why do you want to ship OLD people??? Shatner got really fat! That’s not HOT! WHY WOULD YOU FIND THAT HOT????

Me: “Listen… what if I told you… it’s about loving the characters… and not about them being… hot?”

also fuck you william shatner is a precious beautiful snowflake at any size or age i will FIGHT YOU

okay but can we address the fact that kara only has a problem with james being guardian bc she is afraid he will get hurt?? it’s not because she doesn’t trust him, not because she wouldn’t want him by her side, or because he doesn’t have the heart of a hero. but because she’s so afraid of him getting hurt that she can’t stand by and let him put himself in harms way. kara is an unstoppable force and james is an immovable object, and i am so ready to see how this resolves.

Valentines Day Countdown D-4

To @pointsofdatamakeabeautifulline

The day I met you, I was in love. We’ve come so far since our first visit. I know we have an affair going on, but I hope to call you my husband one day (tbh if suga asked for your hand I would understand). I hope some day we can have a kpop children. Thank you for being a great father to my children. They were not your own, but you treated them as if they were. Here’s to the next 69 years of affairs.

- your affair wife


Originally posted by sehunsi

It was breaking your heart. You see the sadness in his eyes that try as he might he couldn’t conceal. It was the fourth time you tried. Last month, your tests came back negative again. Your In Vitro failed again. You are still not pregnant. Despite the best care money could buy, you are still barren. The child your husband longs for still have not come to fruition. 

You couldn’t bear seeing him conceal his disappointment again, pretending he was okay with trying again. You can’t bear the pain of hearing him muffle the sounds of his sobs as he cries on the pillow inside the closet to spare you from his pain. You knew he was hurting, every time someone asks why you still don’t have kids. He’s envious and hurt every time his friends and members start bringing in their kids during their practices. 

Today, he is coming back from his concert tour. Your wonderful husband who defied everyone to marry you, a nobody. This man adored by thousands, who is kind, loving and generous. A man who loves children and animals. He will make a great father. But if he stays with you, it will never happen. You are barren.

Today, you will give him the last thing you could give him. His freedom. The lawyers would have served him divorce papers by now. You gave him back your rings. You signed away your rights to all conjugal properties. All you asked was he never try to find you or contact you again. All you ask, is for him to move on with his life and be happy. Because you love him enough to let him go. 

Today, starts the first day of your new life, your new name, your new face. Taking a deep breath, you willingly walked towards the private plastic surgery center that received the most unusual request since they opened. 

“I don’t care if you make me pretty or ugly, just change my face completely so that not even my mother would recognize me” were your exact words. 

Today, you are erasing your entire identity, so that your beloved husband, Park Chanyeol, will never find you. You gave a last lingering look at his smiling face, displayed so prominently on the billboard across the street. 

“Goodbye, my love….” you whispered to yourself before you turned and walked in.

anonymous asked:

How about Hannigram + Don’t be stubborn. Try it! - love you!

Wow, so this was a challenging prompt so it’s not as fluffy as some of these fics have been? But it’s still cute, I hope.

Here’s some post season three murder husbands in Japan. Notes on bon-odori for anyone curious are after the fic!

Paper lanterns were strung between the trees, casting a warm glow on the crowd. Will watched as the musicians and dancers on the great wooden scaffold directed the people in a dance. They reminded him of fish; swimming this way and then that but never breaking up the group. It was as though they were one great sentient being, joined together by the music.

“The bon odori is a dance to honor the spirits of one’s ancestors,” Hannibal said. “My aunt taught it to me shortly after I began living with her and my uncle. She promised that one day we’d visit her hometown and dance together for Mischa.”

August in Louisiana had been hell, but it had nothing on the humidity of Tokyo. Even in the evening it was oppressive. A trickle of sweat ran down his spine and settled the already soaked fabric above his obi. Will had half a mind to take the can of beer in his hand and press it against his face.

Hannibal produced a fan from within the sleeve of his yukata. He held it so that they could share the little bit of a breeze it created.

An old woman smiled at them and waved, inviting them into the dance.

“We should join in,” Hannibal said. “It’s only polite.”

“You can dance. I’ll watch.”

Hannibal looked at him; head cocked, waiting for the weight of his gaze to coax an explanation out of Will. Will downed the rest of his beer and tossed the can into the trash.

“You look like Winston when you do that,” he said, amused by Hannibal’s dismayed frown. “Last time I danced was at my junior prom. I box-stepped my date into the punch table. She didn’t speak to me for the rest of the night after that.”

“A sixteen year old’s limbs are still growing. One can hardly blame you for your lack of coordination at such an age.”

Will snorted. “I don’t think she was pissed about the lack of coordination so much as the stain that got on her dress when the drinks tipped over on the table.”

Will remember how angry she’d been. He’d been so embarrassed.

“Besides, it’s a dance for ancestors, right?” he continued. “I wouldn’t want to disrespect anyone by making a fool of myself.”

The music stopped. In front of them, the crowd shifted to create a pair of circles around the scaffold. Hannibal stepped into the line, turned, and held out a hand to Will.


“No, it’s alright. You go ahead.”

“Don’t be stubborn, Will, try it.”

Will hesitated. The leader of the dance shouted something in the microphone.

“Would it help if I promised to continue speaking to you regardless of whether or not you dance me into the yagura?” Hannibal asked.

His eyes were creased at the corners with his smile. In the milieu of the crowd, his hand stood out like a beacon.

As the people began to move around the scaffold, Will reached out and let Hannibal pull him into the dance. Together, under the light of the lanterns, they held their hands high and stepped with the crowd. Will could have sworn he saw the shadow of a little girl dance with them.

Bon odori is a yearly dance that celebrates dead ancestors and occurs in Obon season. Every region in Japan has slightly different dances and music, some of which are more traditional and some of which are a little more modernized.

The yagura is the big wooden scaffold you see in the center of the crowds. At the bon odori I used to go to (which you can see in the second video), the dancers on the yagura would stop between songs, teach the crowd the dance, and then everyone would dance together. It was very fun (and not so difficult at all :) )