otp: today is the day my life begins

IT’S HERE! THE WEDDING! IT’S HEEEEEEERE!!

Five seasons ago, Emma Swan met a pirate named Killian Jones and tied him to a tree. Now, she’s going to be tying the knot with him. Watching them fall in love and fight for that love has been one of the highlights of my life. I still can’t believe how absolutely perfect these two damaged souls are for each other. They are true kindred spirits that compliment and contrast each other in all the best ways. Here’s to Emma and Killian on their wedding day and to their happy beginning. I wish them the best. 

Alles Gute zum Geburtstag,Paul!

You know what day is today,don’t you? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) iiit’s smol Paul’s birthday!!!  

(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧


Precious cinnamon roll too good for this world too pure you just turned 51!!!


Wish you will never change and keep annoying the fuck out of your band mates 


You are a ray of sunshine for everyone


Concentrating on your work


But never forgetting to have fun on stage 


Always there to make everything more fun,enjoying life,facing everyday with a smile on your face


Thank you for existing,making us laugh but mostly,thank you for cockblocking my OTP :3


Now let the party begin!


HIT IT!!!


Cheers smol human,bless you and keep being who you are ❤

Today is the Day My Life Begins

Traditionally, a woman’s wedding day was supposed to be the most important day of her life (only behind the birth of her children). Rachel had always known that she was going to be married; the only thing that was questionable was to who and when. To say that the who turned out to be Noah Puckerman, former resident ladies’ man of Tree Hill and the when was today, a good nine months before she turned eighteen, well … it was safe to say that she had never envisioned that. Yet, despite not planning for it (much), she was happy. So, so, so happy that she didn’t think there were enough ‘so’s in the world. Puck was the guy that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and after explaining that to her dads in a conversation that involved the sharing of information that she had never, ever wanted to share, she had received their blessings. Which was completely necessary for the marriage license considering her current underage status.

Despite things being rushed and not at all planned like she would have liked, it was a beautiful ceremony. The place Puck had told her about was beautiful (she’d never tell him she doubted him) and perfect and it was more than enough for her, her dads, her husband-to-be and the rabbi. While she was more than sure he was questioning their motives – and her dads’ sanity – he didn’t ask much questions as he did his duties. Which was good because they were paying him to be just a rabbi. The ceremony was very simple considering they didn’t even have guests to object or anything like that. They both had written their own vows and she was honestly touched by the things he said. As she looked at her dads once he was done, she was sure that if they hadn’t been sold on him then, they sure were after. During their wedding, they were learning what she had since they got together: the Puck that they knew was nowhere near the man she was marrying today.

Once everything was done, the rabbi went on his way and she knew that now was the time she’d part from her dads as well. They had offered to host a celebration dinner for them but she declined, wanting to spend her wedding night with her husband before school (and yes, it sucked that they couldn’t even have a real honeymoon locked up in his apartment because of educational obligations). Taking Puck’s hand, she waved to her dads, waited a few moments as they walked away and then looked up at him. At her husband. “Did that really happen?” she asked with a big grin, lifting up her left hand to examine the gold band that adorned her ring finger. It was such a simple piece of jewelry but it meant so much. “I love you so much.” She didn’t even have to ask if he knew that because he did; he married her and she married him and that was the ultimate sign of love if she ever saw one. “I can’t wait to get home,” she said, knowing that her nights spent at his apartment were going to be more frequent. “And, before you make some lewd comment, I don’t mean just for that,” though she totally had implied it. “I just want to be home with my husband take off these heels. It hurts having to be near your height.”