people stay married because they want to

anonymous asked:

#42 isak and even ??

42) things you said when you asked me to marry you (this was requested by three people so i figured y’all really want this. it’s okay - i wanted it too.)

Isak’s still rubbing the sleep from his eyes when he enters the kitchen to Even making breakfast. He’s gotten years to drink in this sight on both the good days and the bad days, but the revelation that Even’s here, for him, is still enough to knock the wind out of Isak. It’s been so long, but Isak will always be that insecure boy in the kitchen of his old apartment, wondering if he’d dreamt up a world where someone as beautiful as Even would stay with him when the morning came.

“What are you doing over there?” Even says. He glances up from the eggs to beam at Isak. “I woke up extra early on our anniversary to make you breakfast, and I don’t even get a cuddle for it?”

“We could’ve cuddled in bed,” Isak grumbles, but he dutifully makes his way over to Even, wraps his arms around his waist and presses his nose against Even’s back. He breathes in, and Even’s familiar scent calms down the flutters in his stomach. “Seven years, baby,” he whispers.

“Feels like longer,” Even says.

“Yeah,” Isak says, but he’s been saying this as soon as he met Even, hadn’t he? Falling in love with Even had been like discovering something new and familiar all at once, and even though they’ve only officially been living together for three years, Isak can’t remember a time when he didn’t come home to Even. They’ve weathered storms, fought and broke and healed, but in the end, this is where he belongs, holding Even safe in his arms.

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7 Thoughts On Singleness: Is Something Wrong With Me?

Anonymous asked:

I’m 27 years old and I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve only dated once but that didn’t go so well. I’ve prayed and I’ve prayed and I’ve asked God for my significant other but honestly sometimes I feel as if God doesn’t hear me. Which then causes my heart turmoil especially when I see other girls getting married and dating all the time. It just makes me feel like there is something wrong with me or I maybe I’m unworthy of someone else. I just really need some peace in this area or my life.

 

Hey dear sister, I know this is an especially painful season for you right now, but please allow me the grace to share a few thoughts with you.

 

1) Singleness is not a season of waiting.

I’ve said this before, but: You’re not waiting for a man.  A man is not the focal point of anything.  Jesus is the focal point of everything.

A Western culture indoctrinated in romanticism would lead us to believe that “singles” are simply biding their time, waiting for some significant other to save us from the throes of loneliness.  And I know that the latest pop song or chick flick or young adult novel has awakened some weird feelings in you, and it would even be nice to have someone. 

But relationships are hard work, celibacy is hard work, and life is hard work.  There’s really no such thing as waiting for a spouse: your life has launched into being, and there’s work to do.  If God is your priority, then a man who comes along who can even catch up to you would be dang lucky to have you. 

 

2) Singleness doesn’t define your value, ever.

What exactly is “singleness”?  I wish we would stop defining things by the absence of something else.  Being single doesn’t mean you’re somehow “incomplete” until someone else completes you.  Let’s pause to consider that even the idea of singleness is false at its best, and oppression at its worst.

In the first century, Apostle Paul wrote 1 Corinthians 7 specifically to address single people.  To paraphrase, he said, “If you want to get married, good.  If you want to stay single, good, and it could be better.” To you, this might sound ordinary.  But at the time, it was a loaded bombshell. This was actually an entirely revolutionary view of sexuality that had been previously unheard of.

During Paul’s life, the Emperor of the Roman Empire was actually charging a fee for the unmarried because it was considered bad for the economy and the family (never mind that Caesar was already bad for both).  Being married with a family was considered the gold status of society, and a single person could only have been a widow or prostitute; there was no middle ground.

So Paul comes along, and moved by the Spirit of God, completely wrecked the whole idea of family and marriage and singles.  He legitimized singleness as an absolutely acceptable life-choice, but more than that, said it can often be better for carrying out God’s mission on earth (1 Cor. 7:29-35).  Paul himself was single, which itself would’ve been quite a scandal.

 

3) Please don’t allow singleness to rush you into being not-single.

Take as long as it takes.  In the same passage (1 Cor. 7), Paul is urging us to not rush into relationships.  Not only is rushing this unwise because we could shortcut God’s growth in our lives, but we could end up getting into a string of bad relationships or making other poor judgment calls when we’re clouded by the impatience to be with someone. Again, relationships are hard work.  Pursuing anything goes beyond our idealistic hologram picture into a gritty, sweaty, pulsing reality that requires our everything.

God might or might not send someone to you tomorrow: but so long as you’re pursuing God, you might hardly notice.  That’s a good thing.  Find Christ, you find yourself, and maybe you’ll find someone else.

 

4) Your season of un-attached life, or the “gift of singleness,” is a unique season like no other.

There is a very particular way that God works through us when we’re not married or attached somehow, and it’s downright impossible for God to do those things any other way.  I’m not trying to diminish one status or the other, but there are pros and cons to both which cannot overlap.  I’m about to be married soon, but my married friend tells me the other day, “Use your remaining time wisely.  Have a lot of solitude.  Take long drives.  Read as much as you can.  Once you’re married, that’s it.  It’s good, but so is your time right now.”

 

5) It might simply be that others are intimidated by you.

It could just be that your godliness is thinning out the dating pool. That’s a good thing, too.

When I was single and I went after the lady who is my fiance now, I have to tell you that I was totally intimidated by her.  She was godly, she was a strong career woman, and she didn’t flirt back easily.  Compared to her, I was a scrub, and I knew I couldn’t really pursue her unless I got it together.  It could be very possible that other men see you as super-awesome, and as with most men, we’re just trying to get confident enough to make a move.

 

6) It’s okay for ladies to give a hint.

Do you see a dude you like? Ask him out for coffee.
Do you really, really want to meet someone?
It’s okay to be in situations where you meet people.
Are you kind of shy or new to the whole thing?
It’s okay to ask a friend for help. It’s okay to pray together.

 

7) Before relational intimacy with others, we first need relational intimacy with God.

My friend, again: I know this is a very tough time.  Anything I’ve stated here is not a magic formula or silver bullet that will suddenly wash away the nights alone.  I don’t mean to minimize anything you’re feeling, because I do believe most of us are called to be married, and singleness can be a tough time. 

So I want to encourage you to continue to seek after God and trust Him.  That’s probably the predicable pastor-ish thing to say, yet no one can give you the validation, affirmation, and approval that God gives you.  If we squeeze that from a spouse, we will crush them and crush ourselves. Before we can rightly estimate people in our lives, we must first hold an accurate picture of God and who He is, so that our foundation would be deepened to the very bottom of our roots. 

But more than simply seeing God as a vehicle to fill us, He is also the center of all things, the one who in Himself is worthy of all our affection.  He is the pure beauty we’ve been seeking in all our relational ties; He is the only love who knows us exactly as we are, the very depth of our ugliness, yet He continues to pursue us and press in.  I know that you know this.  Sometimes it feels like a pithy consolation prize, like “Yes I know God is God, but I want a date."  I just know that the more I press into Jesus, the more I understand that he became ugly so we might become beautiful, he was single his whole life and calls us his bride, he stayed on a cross to absorb all the ways we have failed: such a costly love puts all others in their place.  My situation might hurt me or maim me, and life is never easy, but we have one who stands with us always, who gives me a value and dignity apart from whatever I’m going through or have done, and in this, I am never truly alone.  Each day, even with my tiny frail faith, this is enough. Trust Him, bask in Him, know His glory. You are absolutely loved by Him, as if you were the only one that ever was.

"You are significant without a significant other.”

– Shauna Niequist

– J.S.

 

This post is now part of my book on dating here!

fic: How to (Try to) Propose to Phil Lester

title: how to (try to) propose to phil lester

genre: fluff / rating: pg-13 / warnings: swearing

word count: 5500

description: “we have one month, the best proposal wins, and the loser has to get the other’s name tattooed on their ass at the wedding.”

or, the one where they both intend to propose to each other on the same night and dan isn’t having any of it.

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

Phil doesn’t even blink. “Most people say yes when their significant other of over six years proposes, but then again we’ve never really been ‘most people’ have we?”

a/n: when i spend two months writing a fic, you know it’s gonna be good. i hope. enjoy!

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aveudra ha risposto al tuo post “what do you think about macron?”

but do we really want a president who in his teens was together with his teacher? I mean what kind of an example does that set for the young kids in France? that it’s ok to bang your teacher? but he doesn’t want change, he wants everything to stay the same way as it is and I think that’s bad like do you people want terror attacks to be a daily thing because I promise you it will be.

…. okay, so the fact that the guy is married to a woman older than him who happened to be his teacher but who he married when he was thirty so he was a vaccinated adult as we say here, and this when we wouldn’t even care half as much if it was the reverse - I mean melania is 46 and donald is 70 but I haven’t seen anyone pointing that out as a problem…? -, and they weren’t in a relationship when he was in school, is somehow a factor that matters when on the other side…. there is………………..

a fascist.

like, sorry you sound like those people who were like ‘you want clinton in charge, BECAUSE SHE’S A WARMONGER AND SHE’LL BOMB INNOCENT PEOPLE TRUMP WANTS TO STAY OUT OF IT!!’ and now as we say here are falling down trees like overripe pears when seeing that he’s actually more of a warmonger than she ever could have been.

like.

lepen is a fascist and that should be enough of a reason to not fucking vote for her, and I highly doubt that terrorist attacks are finishing if she wins the election like are we serious?

no???? she’s a fascist. f-a-s-c-i-s-t. gdi.

anonymous asked:

Hello, I would love to find a God fearing man who loves me. I'm a tall, older woman in my mid 50's and men don't seem to be attracted to tall women. Is there any hope for me.

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7 Thoughts On Singleness: Is Something Wrong With Me?

Anonymous asked:

I’m 27 years old and I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve only dated once but that didn’t go so well. I’ve prayed and I’ve prayed and I’ve asked God for my significant other but honestly sometimes I feel as if God doesn’t hear me. Which then causes my heart turmoil especially when I see other girls getting married and dating all the time. It just makes me feel like there is something wrong with me or I maybe I’m unworthy of someone else. I just really need some peace in this area or my life.

Hey dear sister, I know this is an especially painful season for you right now, but please allow me the grace to share a few thoughts with you.

1) Singleness is not a season of waiting.

I’ve said this before, but: You’re not waiting for a man.  A man is not the focal point of anything.  Jesus is the focal point of everything.

A Western culture indoctrinated in romanticism would lead us to believe that “singles” are simply biding their time, waiting for some significant other to save us from the throes of loneliness.  And I know that the latest pop song or chick flick or young adult novel has awakened some weird feelings in you, and it would even be nice to have someone.

But relationships are hard work, celibacy is hard work, and life is hard work.  There’s really no such thing as waiting for a spouse: your life has launched into being, and there’s work to do.  If God is your priority, then a man who comes along who can even catch up to you would be dang lucky to have you.

2) Singleness doesn’t define your value, ever.

What exactly is “singleness”?  I wish we would stop defining things by the absence of something else.  Being single doesn’t mean you’re somehow “incomplete” until someone else completes you.  Let’s pause to consider that even the idea of singleness is false at its best, and oppression at its worst.

In the first century, Apostle Paul wrote 1 Corinthians 7 specifically to address single people.  To paraphrase, he said, “If you want to get married, good.  If you want to stay single, good, and it could be better.” To you, this might sound ordinary.  But at the time, it was a loaded bombshell. This was actually an entirely revolutionary view of sexuality that had been previously unheard of.

During Paul’s life, the Emperor of the Roman Empire was actually charging a fee for the unmarried because it was considered bad for the economy and the family (never mind that Caesar was already bad for both).  Being married with a family was considered the gold status of society, and a single person could only have been a widow or prostitute; there was no middle ground.

So Paul comes along, and moved by the Spirit of God, completely wrecked the whole idea of family and marriage and singles.  He legitimized singleness as an absolutely acceptable life-choice, but more than that, said it can often be better for carrying out God’s mission on earth (1 Cor. 7:29-35).  Paul himself was single, which itself would’ve been quite a scandal.

3) Please don’t allow singleness to rush you into being not-single.

Take as long as it takes.  In the same passage (1 Cor. 7), Paul is urging us to not rush into relationships.  Not only is rushing this unwise because we could shortcut God’s growth in our lives, but we could end up getting into a string of bad relationships or making other poor judgment calls when we’re clouded by the impatience to be with someone. Again, relationships are hard work.  Pursuing anything goes beyond our idealistic hologram picture into a gritty, sweaty, pulsing reality that requires our everything.

God might or might not send someone to you tomorrow: but so long as you’re pursuing God, you might hardly notice.  That’s a good thing.  Find Christ, you find yourself, and maybe you’ll find someone else.

4) Your season of un-attached life, or the “gift of singleness,” is a unique season like no other.

There is a very particular way that God works through us when we’re not married or attached somehow, and it’s downright impossible for God to do those things any other way.  I’m not trying to diminish one status or the other, but there are pros and cons to both which cannot overlap.  I’m about to be married soon, but my married friend tells me the other day, “Use your remaining time wisely.  Have a lot of solitude.  Take long drives.  Read as much as you can.  Once you’re married, that’s it.  It’s good, but so is your time right now.”

5) It might simply be that others are intimidated by you.

It could just be that your godliness is thinning out the dating pool. That’s a good thing, too.

When I was single and I went after the lady who is my fiance now, I have to tell you that I was totally intimidated by her.  She was godly, she was a strong career woman, and she didn’t flirt back easily.  Compared to her, I was a scrub, and I knew I couldn’t really pursue her unless I got it together.  It could be very possible that other men see you as super-awesome, and as with most men, we’re just trying to get confident enough to make a move.

6) It’s okay for ladies to give a hint.

Do you see a dude you like? Ask him out for coffee.
Do you really, really want to meet someone?
It’s okay to be in situations where you meet people.
Are you kind of shy or new to the whole thing?
It’s okay to ask a friend for help. It’s okay to pray together.

7) Before relational intimacy with others, we first need relational intimacy with God.

My friend, again: I know this is a very tough time.  Anything I’ve stated here is not a magic formula or silver bullet that will suddenly wash away the nights alone.  I don’t mean to minimize anything you’re feeling, because I do believe most of us are called to be married, and singleness can be a tough time.

So I want to encourage you to continue to seek after God and trust Him.  That’s probably the predicable pastor-ish thing to say, yet no one can give you the validation, affirmation, and approval that God gives you.  If we squeeze that from a spouse, we will crush them and crush ourselves. Before we can rightly estimate people in our lives, we must first hold an accurate picture of God and who He is, so that our foundation would be deepened to the very bottom of our roots.

But more than simply seeing God as a vehicle to fill us, He is also the center of all things, the one who in Himself is worthy of all our affection.  He is the pure beauty we’ve been seeking in all our relational ties; He is the only love who knows us exactly as we are, the very depth of our ugliness, yet He continues to pursue us and press in.  I know that you know this.  Sometimes it feels like a pithy consolation prize, like “Yes I know God is God, but I want a date.“  I just know that the more I press into Jesus, the more I understand that he became ugly so we might become beautiful, he was single his whole life and calls us his bride, he stayed on a cross to absorb all the ways we have failed: such a costly love puts all others in their place.  My situation might hurt me or maim me, and life is never easy, but we have one who stands with us always, who gives me a value and dignity apart from whatever I’m going through or have done, and in this, I am never truly alone.  Each day, even with my tiny frail faith, this is enough. Trust Him, bask in Him, know His glory. You are absolutely loved by Him, as if you were the only one that ever was.

“You are significant without a significant other.”

– Shauna Niequist

@jspark3000 

“My father wants me to come home to Botswana. He tells me that he’s getting older and he needs me to come home. I miss my family, but I want to stay here. Life is different for me here. I’ve met so many people from so many cultures. I’ve done half marathons. I even did a triathlon. It’s different back in Botswana. I was completely dependent on my father. Women don’t leave home until they get married. So I’d like to stay here. But my sister is the only family that I have in America. And last week she told me that she’s moving back to Botswana. So now I’ll be on my own. And I’m worried. Because I don’t like to ask for help. But I never had a problem asking her for help. And now I won’t have that anymore. But a few months ago I joined something at my church called a ‘connect group.’ And now I have so many friends. They are like my sisters. We have brunches, and dinners, and go hiking. I feel very loved by them. So I’m hoping they will be like my family.”

joulesverne  asked:

Newsies sports headcanons!

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  • Jack
    • wrestled for a year
    • he hated it a lot
    • there was a countdown until end of the season up on his chalkboard at home
    • he hated it so much
    • no more sports until junior year of high school when he was convinced to join the baseball team
    • he was decent and had a lot of fun, but didn’t want to keep doing it after high school
    • he’s still the first pick for softball games, though
  • Davey
    • debate is a sport, right?
    • and robotics is a sport, he has his varsity letter from that
    • also Model UN?
    • and DECA competitions?
    • he was good at all of those things but never played any Sportsball™ type sports
  • Spot
    • will debate you about debate being a sport
    • claims he doesn’t do any other sports?
    • is actually a black belt who could kick your ass
    • most people don’t know this
    • but he may be small but he could actually kick your ass easily
  • Race
    • distance runner/pole vaulter
    • he was really really good
    • qualified for states every year
    • probably got a track scholarship
    • his distance skills earned him the name Race
    • while his pole vaulting earned a select few (fellow pole vaulters) to call him Noodle
      • quick side note: at his high school reunion Spot hears somebody call him Noodle and is like “tf? I though you said most people in hs didn’t know you made the noodles?” and thought it was an Italian joke and Race had to explain the story behind his pole vault technique and why they called him Noodle
    • one time his shoe fell off halfway through a race and he just kept going and everyone was like “dude not safe” and he was just like “dude first place” one of his friends finished the race carrying the shoe
      • “Race Higgins is this your shoe?!”
      • “Maybe.”
      • “You dumbass!”
  • Crutchie
    • official scorekeeper for like all of the sports
    • he’s on the golf team and he’s good at it
    • he owns??? so many golf shirts??? and khakis??? like wow morris??? where’d you get so many pairs of khakis?
    • he’s friend with literally every single person at school and all of them want him to come to their games so he does his best
    • probably owns his own golf cart and drives it around town let’s be real
    • also it probably has personalized license plates this kid’s a dork and i love him
  • the whole group
    • whenever they’re all in one place it’s tradition to have three (3) championships
    • softball
    • kickball
    • volleyball
    • teams are picked day one and stay until all three championships have been one
    • winning teams nominate two people to be captains next time
    • and those lucky nominees get to spend however long before the next time they’re all in one place thinking of who they want on their team and then they inevitable get messed up bc of who the other person picks
    • weddings man
    • weddings with these guys are a nightmare because they barely manage to set aside team loyalties to go to the wedding
    • Spot and Race were on different teams when they got married and Race’s family thought they were like, breaking up, but they were actually just being competitive 

Hello My dear lovelies. It is I back again with a one shot due to this amazing prompt hosted by @everlarkficexchange I’m sorry it’s a bit late. I would love to just say that this was super difficult for me, seeing as this is my first smut ever written. Please be kind. I would like to thank @titaniasfics for her amazing beta work and The biggest most ardent thanks to my baby doll @mega-aulover for helping me through everything and keeping my spirits up. Finally, I would like to thank my handsome hubs for the inspiration and patience. I made my own little banner. It isn’t much but I tried. I hope you all like this story. Please don’t forget to read and write a review, any kind of feedback would do. It would be much appreciated. 

Prompt: Canon-Divergent where Katniss realizes she loves Peeta the night before the Quarter Quell, she tells him and they have sex. In D13, she finds she got pregnant, and while she’s sad that Peeta isn’t with her, she’s happy to be carrying Peetas child. Because should he not return to her, she has a piece of him with her to love. It also gives her the strength to try to rescue Peeta. And to help him constructively recover from the hijacking :). [submitted by Anonymous]

  I can hear the muffled cheers of the Capitolites outside the window. They delight in their favorite Tributes and respective districts. Some might even be taking bets. Betting for which one of us would come out alive. Which of us is worth their sponsorship. Which one they would deem prettier or have a more tragic background so that they will give us a dim hope for survival, not realizing that no one comes out alive. Not if you count nightly terrors, and daily reminders of those we are forced to kill to ensure our empty continuity of life. Going about something resembling living but floating through it all with no feelings other than remorse and guilt because no matter how many times the Victor tries to convince themselves that everything was out of their control, you are left feeling as though it was somehow wrong to survive. You feel disgusted by whatever choices you made, no matter how inconsequential they may have been. You never forget the faces of the people who died by your hand. Unspeakable things that no one should be subjected to, but the Capitolites are so far removed to understand them.. So invested in hollow things such as drama, fashion and whether Peeta and I will last or keep on this charade of the star-crossed lovers. They don’t notice the despair that’s left behind. The bodies of children who never a chance to leave a mark on this world.

  I walk over to the window and watch as the Capitol children run around gleefully in their bizarre dresses and coats carrying sparklers, pretending to jab one another, imitating their favorite Tribute. The fireworks lighting up the sky and hearing the ‘oohs and the aaahs’ from the crowd. I turn back disgusted and sit on the sofa as I wait for Peeta to join me.

  Peeta, who once again tried to spare me when he convinced the crowd outside that I was pregnant. Me, who has done nothing more than to push him away. He has sacrificed himself more times than I can count. But, there he was on that stage, still trying to protect me.

  I didn’t intend for my little rebellion to generate such an uproar. For Snow to put a target on both our backs, for Peeta to be in danger. He doesn’t deserve it, he is far too kind and forgiving.

  I sigh and run my hands through the tips of my tousled hair  . There was no power on this earth to make me want to wear the abhorrent wedding dress for more than it was necessary. I smile and for once I felt a surge of pride remembering the way people’s faces changed when the wedding dress burned before their eyes and was replaced by the dark and exquisite dress that Cinna made. I would have loved to have seen Snow’s face, but for now I’ll content myself with my imagination.

  Peeta, on the other hand, was perfect. Pristine and handsome, and, dare I say it, even delicate in some way. His white tux made him look like a beautiful angel, too flawless to be touched, with his golden hair and crystalline blue eyes. Eyes so full of compassion and kindness. The kindness he had shown me when he fed me the burned bread despite the black eye he carried the next day. That was who Peeta was and perhaps Haymitch is right. I can live a thousand years but never truly deserve him. For I am the dark rebel. The one filled with fire and anger but I know I need the dandelion in the spring to gently quench of my own sorrows, my remorse, and fill my resentful heart. He is what I need and there would be no one to equal to him.

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Whenever i see lupin iii reviews/summaries hating on fujiko i get sad… Bc her thing with lupin is very much mutual

Lupin knows that she’s self-motivated and that getting the treasure is her first priority, and he respects that- that’s why he almost always knows when she’s going to decieve him and try and take the treasure. On the other hand, fujiko knows that lupin’s declarations of love are both genuine and shallow at the same time- eg when she tries to go thru with marrying him in the original show, after he declared his love and proposed so that even when he was killed, the lupin family name would go on (but she didn’t know that, she thinks to herself “i wonder if he really loves me”), he escapes and declares “i want to stay single!!!” after the guy trying to wipe out the lupin name was defeated.

it’s irritating when people try and paint fujiko and lupin’s relationship as one where fujiko is relentlessly taking advantage of a hapless lovestruck lupin because thats far from canon… and it’s both villanizing fujiko to an extreme extent and degrading lupin’s intelligence (he…. Does know that fujiko is probably gonna betray him…. Hes not dumb)

Also, anyone assuming fujiko gets everything just bc of her sex appeal can shut it… Shes smart enough to know how to use everything to her advantage, it’s not like shes dumb and useless aside from the boobs

if she was a male char would she get as much hate. No, more ppl would think s/he was badass

Tradition (Harry Request)

“Don’t worry babe I’ll be there in five minutes” You say to Harry through the phone as you climb into your car.
“Alright beautiful” He replies, “See you in a bit”
He was currently at the guys’ place with the rest of the sidemen and you had arranged to meet him there after you finished work. You were always nervous around the guys since you were hardly very ‘loud’ but they had certainly made you feel welcome and comfortable around them.
The drive was short and within 5 minutes as planned, you had arrived at the house to be instantly welcomed inside by Harry.
“Hey (y/n)!” Tobi grins when you walk in.
“Hey guys” You reply, “What video are you filming?“
“A sidemen react” Simon replies, it evidently being his video.
You nod and sit behind the camera to help them film.
They’re half way through the videos that had been sent in when a rather boring video of a woman complaining to her kids in a supposedly funny way becomes the video the boys watch.
“We’re literally just watching a mum complain” Ethan comments, evidently unamused.
“She seems like one of those people that would only have sex after marriage” Josh laughs.
“Oh shit she’s definitely not doing anything until she’s married bro” JJ exclaims.
“Who the fuck even does that nowadays?” Simon questions.
“Weird people mate, weird people” Vik chuckles.
They continue talking about the subject and you notice that Harry’s eyes are on you.
He knew.
He knew that ever since you’d been dating him, you’d never had sex. In fact, you’d never had sex at all. Because you grew up in a family that massively believed in only doing anything like that after you were married to the person. It was an old tradition and something that not many people in modern England seemed to follow anymore but that didn’t mean you would just ‘follow suit’. You were loyal to your parents beliefs and you grew up this way. That wasn’t changing.
Its just, in this situation, with 6 guys you had only just become massively comfortable with, you felt so embarrassed. You couldn’t stay.
“Guys I’m gonna have to go” You comment quickly, not wanting to cause too much fuss.
“Babe-” Harry starts.
“What’s going on? Is something wrong?” Vik frowns.
“No no, I just realised I have something to do” You shake your head.
“(Y/n) what is it?” Josh questions, evidently seeing right through your lie.
“I just really have to go” You say, flustered now as you try to get to the door.
“Babe” Harry hurries after you, “You know they didn’t mean any of that right?”
You stop and look at him, knowing you were far enough away from the guys now that they couldn’t hear you.
“Of course they did Harry” You say with a croak in your voice.
“They didn’t know” He sighs, wrapping his arms around you.
“That’s what they think of me” You mutter, “When they find out, that’s what they’ll think”
“They don’t have to find out” He assures you, “Its none of their bloody business anyway”
“But I’ll know babe” You admit, “I know it sounds stupid but I’ll know that that’s what they really think of someone like me, or my family”
Harry sighs and rubs his hand across your back, “Then who cares what they think? And don’t say you”
You look up to him and wipe your eyes.
“What’s so wrong with you having morals? Its more than I can say I have, or most of then have” He jokes, “This is who you are, and you being you is the reason I fell in love with you in the first place”
“Are you sure about that?”
“One hundred percent!” He grins, knowing you were feeling better now, “And plus, it just means we can get married even quicker,”
You hit his arm and he laughs.
“Don’t worry about them babe, I love you for who you choose to be and if they don’t agree with that way of life, that’s their choice. But this was your choice and you should never change who you are or feel bad for who you’ve decided to be based on the opinions or thoughts of others!”
“You sound like an inspirational tweet” You joke and he rolls his eyes.
He leans in and softly presses his lips to yours, not in a generic way but in a way to tell you that he cared deeply for you. And that he was on your side. Always.
"sorry to interrupt guys but are you sure everything’s okay?” Simon asks, evidently being the nominated one to come out and ask, “Was it something we did?”
“No no of course not, everything’s fine thanks Simon” You smile, “Just a little bit of work stress”
He nods, “Well, its a good job JJ’s paying for pizza tonight then”
“And someone told me your favourite TV show is ready to be binge watched on Netflix” Tobi yells.
They certainly knew it wasn’t work stress but that was okay. And hey, it got you free pizza at least😂

muslimsmoak  asked:

pen????

Oliver strips down to his boxers for the night. The buttery yellow light sheathing his tanned scarred bare skin that can usually drive Felicity wild sometimes, but currently she’s far too wrapped in her own work. Oliver’s azure eyes soak his wife in, if only for a moment. He lingers on her when she isn’t looking. There’s just something so beautiful about every inch of her.

The soles of feet are a slight pink after being in those high heels she loves so much. Her creamy skin is adorned with a bir of dark stubble, although thankfully for Felicity it isn’t too visible. She’d be a bit more peeved that she hadn’t had time to shave this morning if it wasn’t for what they had done in the shower that almost made her late for work.

Lord help him, Felicity was wearing his black boxers - a sight he finds absolutely tantalizing. She’s also pilfered his much too large Starling Rockets t-shirt. Her baby blues are entranced by the glow of her tablet with a red pen threaded through her nude lips.

“Hon, are you just going to stand there gawking?” Felicity speaks, interrupting his rather loud thoughts.

A soft smile ticks up on his pillowy lips.

“Yes,”

A sharp eyebrow raises, and she asks, “Why?”

“Because I can.”

His wife reiterates, teasing with a giggle threaded through her tone, “Because you can. What kind of answer is that?”

“Well, it’s true. Being married to you, Felicity, reminds that I can stop and stare at you when I want to. You are the one that’s help to give us this life, where we can stay home like normal people and watch House of Cards. I’ve never felt more at peace than I have with you. Felicity, you, William, and Thea are all I could ever want right now.”

Her grin matches his, “I was hoping you’d say that. Now come to bed.”

Six weeks later, Oliver has changed his sentiments slightly. “You’re pregnant?!”

“We’re having a baby,” Felicity confirms with a breathy laugh.

Oliver picks his wife up and spins her in his arms. This moment makes those six plus years worth it in the end.

Dating Haley Dunphy would include

-Having a lot of fun together

-Always joking and trying to make each other smile

-You go out all the time

-Concerts, movies, dancing, drinking, dinner

-Sleepovers where you stay up all night watching movies

-You get invited to tons of family events and are there for a lot of their misadventures

-Comforting her when her families jokes go too far

-Studying together

-Her family adores you

-Which is good because people who aren’t just don’t make it in the family

-Holding hands under the dinner table

-Making out in the car

-Or in an abandoned class room or your bedroom

-Always supporting her and wanting what’s best for her

-Talking about the future and what you want with your life

-I can’t wait to marry you someday

-Sweet kisses

-Being best friends first and foremost

-You’re like another big sister to Alex

-So genuinely happy together

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khaleesimaka  asked:

“… Why are you… eating tacos at 3 AM?” “Why not?” for SoMa please ^u^

I hope this is okay!

He finds her on the floor behind the line; she molds a taco from a plate full of leftover shredded cheese and lettuce. Stray, straw-hued wisps of her hair move in the breeze from the creaking, antiquated limbs of the pizza oven. He realizes very suddenly how serious and focused she is on every aspect of life: even eating. Even after four years of knowing her - intimately and then not - it’s the smallest things about her that he loves the most: the darkened edges of her green gaze in the dimmed light of the kitchen, the way her bangs drift, her sun-freckled shoulders revealed from her loose-hanging shirt.

“Why are you eating tacos at 3 am?” he asks as he slides to sit beside her.

She shoots him a dagger-sharp glare. “Why not?”

“Didn’t you have a wedding party? Where’d the tacos come from?” He swipes off his cook’s cap and runs his hand through his hair. Some flour falls away from his grip.

“The wedding party had a taco bar,” she says, and he can see her try to bite back a laugh.

“That’s actually a great idea,” he says with a grin.

“It was until the bride got hammered beyond belief and dropped an entire taco on her dress. Then it was party over. And all the leftovers up for grabs.”

“I mean, she’s never going to wear the dress again.”

“I know,” she assents, “but it is her day.”

“And the groom’s.”

“That’s not usually how the bride takes it.”

He leans his head back and closes his eyes for a breath. “Good point.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do headcanons about the batfamily reactions to Selina (Aka Mama Cat) marrying Bruce?

-they’re all pretty chill with Selina, despite the whole ‘she-technically-robs-people’ thing

-Damian takes this as a sign that he can bring as many cats as he wants into the house (he does this and sure enough they end up staying because the combined power of Damian and Selina’s pleas to keep the cats completely demolishes Bruce’s willpower)

-Selina takes over as Dick’s fashion advisor because this child cannot under any circumstance dress himself logically (*cough* DiscoWing *cough*)

-She and Jason bond over their several arrests and it confuses Bruce to no end because why would they be proud of being arrested??? But to each their own, so whatever, at least they’re getting along

-Everyone in the family is very polite to her at first but once they loosen up to the prospect of her as their new adoptive mom (stepmom?) they totally go back to their disfunctional crazy selves.

-Selina doesn’t mind the chaos at all and actually finds it incredibly amusing, even though Bruce is driven mad by the chaos ensuing before him. She keeps him tethered down and calm even in the craziest of times

A Day in The Glade || Vows

Request:  A cute and fluffy Newt and Y/N wedding in the glade please!

A/N: I love this request. However, I find a grand wedding with all the gowns and the aisle too impractical. It simply doesn’t add up. They were put in the Glade for a wholly different reason and it seems unlikely that the Creators would allow it.

As a result, I wrote a little intimate exchange of vows between Newt and the reader instead. I hope this is satisfactory.

As I was writing this, I was listening to a Filipino song, Alipin, which translates to “servant”. It emphasizes how infatuated the singer is with a girl, and he sings about how happy he is in her embrace and what he’d do to keep things that way.

Word Count: 637

You lay quietly on your bed, waiting for Newt to finish his nightly rounds to check on the Gladers before returning to bed himself. You were exhausted. Everyone seemed to be eerily clumsy today and you barely had a minute to catch your breath, let alone see Newt.

Finally, your hut door opened and closed. Newt removed his upper clothing, sighing exhaustedly. You watched him get himself ready for bed -  a sight to behold. He glanced at you briefly.

“You alright, love?” he kept his hands busy with his hair, eyes fixed down in focus.

“Just really tired.” You muttered. “Like, really tired. I know I shouldn’t complain knowing what you put up with every day, but…” you trailed off, and Newt sat on the bed next to you, looking at you intently.

“You didn’t bloody catch anything, did you?” he put a hand on your forehead as you shook your head adamantly, a little bashful. Newt had to take care of everyone in the Glade, and he still had you to worry about even after he works.

“Well, I have to tell you something.” He smiled brilliantly, and you sat up then he took your small hands in his bigger, calloused ones. “I remember my parents.”

“Really?” you smiled enthusiastically, shifting closer to him. “Tell me more.”

“That smile…” Newt sighed. “I’m a slave to that smile.”

You blushed.

Newt continued. “They were mad in love.” He smiled at the thought. “My dad was head over heels infatuated with my mum.” He paused to look at you under his lashes. “You remind me of her, y’know.”

You froze, then prompted him to continue.

“Men would always line up at her door even after they married, and dad always scared them off.” He chuckled. “I don’t usually tell people about my memories unless they help us get out of this buggin’ place, but I’m telling you this because… I want us to be like my parents.”

You looked at him confusingly.

“I want you to marry me.”

You nearly laughed at the thought, but there was a possibility that he was being serious, so you politely stayed silent.

“I know it sounds pretty bloody stupid,” he shrugged. “But I want to make you a promise… officially. Just the two of us will know.”

You nodded in understanding.

“Y/N…” he breathed, and you relished in the way your name rolled off his tongue, the way his lips caressed the word you answer to. He tightened his grip on your hands. “I love you. I’ll make sure that you know it – feel it – every single day before the sun sets. I promise to compromise my happiness for your own, my safety for your own. I promise to accept every facet of you unconditionally. I promise to be there to protect you from what could steal your smile away from your face.”

Only awe could be found in your eyes as he delivered his vows. He slipped a relatively well-carved ring on your finger.

“I’ve been working on this whenever I’m not needed. Took a bloody while, but I hope this’ll do. This isn’t any form of wedding, take it as a promise ring.”

Giddy tears filled your eyes. “I don’t have any romantic vows,” you confessed. “I just want you to remember that once I’ve said that I love you, there’s no turning back.”

As cheesy as it sounded, it seemed to satisfy him. “That’s more than enough.” He smiled, his eyes smiling with his lips.

He pulled you in for a hug, and you lifted your legs and wrapped them around his torso. You stayed there for a long time, your forehead buried in the crook of his neck. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and you let sleep overtake you, bringing Newt’s whispers along with you.

My thoughts on CPD 4x17

I had no plans on writing my thoughts about Linstead in 4x17 but then I saw a post/tweet last night about:

  • how Linstead is dead
  • how Jay Halstead (as a character) is ruined

…and I was unable to sleep after reading that. So here are my thoughts under the cut. WARNING: Long post ahead because I am going full on detail on some stuff.

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Hunger: Part 1

[WARNING: Mentions of cannibalism]

My mother had always been such a sweet woman, at least, in the eight years that I knew her. When I was sick she’d make me chicken soup and let me cry unlike my father who said that boys aren’t supposed to, that it made them weak. I was glad he was barely ever home, it left my mother and I alone and we were much happier without him.

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You know what I want?

I want to normalize the fact that not everybody finds somebody. That not everyone falls in love and has a soul mate and has this great big romance. I want to normalize that some people never get married, never stay in a long term relationship, shit never even have one single romantic relationship. I want to normalize the fact that some people live by themselves forever and stay single for their entire lives and that it’s OKAY. That it’s not a tragedy, that it’s not depressing, that you’re not unlovable just because you aren’t loved in a romantic sense by someone. 

Don’t get me wrong, I’m in love with romance, I think it’s an unendingly beautiful and interesting thing to read about, to watch happen. But it needs to stop being exalted as the epitome of living. Our main purpose for living. Because it’s not. 

I used to think that it was, I really did truly and deeply believe that there is someone for everyone out there (in a romantic sense.) But I’m slowly learning that’s not the case. And what I’m realizing is that when you say to someone, “I don’t think everyone has a romantic somebody out there.” You get a lot of pitying looks. People respond with “wow that’s cynical.” “Stop being so negative.” “Aw, sweetie there will be someone for you one day, just be patient.” But WHY does that have to be a cynical outlook? WHY does that have to be a negative thing to say? WHY should people look at me with pity when I say that? 

When I sat down and really gave some thought to it, as objectively as I could, I found there really is nothing wrong with living a perpetually single life. I have great friends, a great family - all of whom I deeply love and who deeply love me back. There is no lack of love in my life. There is a lack of romance but is that really such a tragedy for me? The answer is quickly becoming a resounding no. 

But when I let my emotions trickle in…that’s another story. Society has beat it into my head that there is something deeply wrong and incorrect about my life if I have no romance and I have dealt with  deeply painful feelings of inadequacy and major self-worth issues as a result.

I NEED this to be normalized so I can stop feeling like it’s a tragedy, that it’s depressing, that there’s something wrong with me. 

If I end up with romance in my life - wonderful. 

If I don’t end up with romance in my life - wonderful. 

No matter what, my happiness shouldn’t hinge on that. 

I Don't Love You: 3

A/N: So, here is the third installment of what was originally a oneshot. You can read the second part here and I hope you all enjoy this part, too!
Warnings: Angst, swearing, crying, fluff.


“What did he want?” Steve asked as you sat back down beside him, chewing on your lip. “I think he might be a little jealous.” You confessed, and Steve looked at you with a strange expression on his face. “Why would he be jealous?” He wondered, and you shrugged. “He thinks that I’m going to try and sleep with you for some sort of revenge.” You told him honestly, and he shook his head slowly. “And he apparently has a surprise for me that involves me meeting him in his room in ten minutes.” You continued, and Steve let out a long sigh. “Y/N… you know he doesn’t deserve you, don’t you?” He asked softly, and you let out a sad chuckle as you pushed your hair back. “I just can’t help but wonder what went wrong..” You whispered, and you suddenly felt Steve’s arm wrap around your shoulders.

“Why do you assume it was something you did, doll?” You could feel tears stinging the back of your eyes and you took in a shuddering breath. “It has to be something I did, right? Why wasn’t I enough for him?” You asked, your voice breaking. Steve’s grip on you tightened as he pulled you into his chest, his lips pressing to the top of your head. “And when I left, I thought I could just forget, move on.. but I wasn’t who I wanted to be, without him. I was a fucking zombie, Steve. I-I agreed to marry someone on a whim because I didn’t want to be alone, and then I-I just destroyed him, too.” You admitted, and Steve stayed silent, waiting for you to continue. “Is this what I’m meant for? Constant destruction and heartbreak?” You breathed, and he pressed another kiss to your head.

“I can deal with it, the pain, when I’m around other people.. I’m fine as long as I’m distracted.. I can pretend I’m happy..” you paused, wiping a tear from your cheek. “But when I’m alone, and I turn off the lights.. I swear it could kill me.. I would give anything to just go back in time and fix whatever I did, do whatever I could to be enough.. I’m so tired of sleeping alone, Steve.” You whispered, tears falling from your eyes quickly. “Y/N, doll.” He gripped your chin gently, turning you to face him. His eyes searched yours for what seemed like hours before he spoke. “You deserve to be happy. Really happy. And one day, you’ll be loved like you’ve never known.” His thumb rubbed your cheek tenderly. “I swear to you, you were meant for so much more than this.” He whispered, and you smiled up at him through your tears, placing your hand over his. “What would I do without you, Stevie?” You asked hoarsely.

He let you rest your head on his shoulder for a few moments so you could calm down. You couldn’t deny the way your heart fluttered when he pressed soft kisses to your temple and nuzzled his face into your hair. “I should probably go see what he wanted.” You told him softly, and he nodded reluctantly. You stood slowly, straightening out your sweater. “Y/N?” He asked, and you looked down at his puzzled expression. “If you need me… for anything.. don’t hesitate to come to me, okay?” He told you, and you nodded. “Thanks, Stevie.” You whispered, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before you turned to head back inside the building.

You took your time walking to Bucky’s room, your heart racing the entire time. What could he have planned for you? Was this some sort of sick ploy to get you in his bed again? Because that definitely wasn’t happening.

When you finally approached his door, you knocked softly, jumping when the door opened almost immediately. “Y/N.” Bucky breathed when he saw you, and you forced a small smile. “Hello.” You whispered. He opened the door further so you could step in, and you had to stifle a gasp when you saw what was in front of you.

He’d laid out dozens of candles around his room, that being the only light inside. There were several vases of roses placed strategically around the room, and you could also smell that he’d been burning incense. He closed the door behind you before coming over to stand in front of you. “What is all of this, Bucky?” You asked him softly, and he smiled shyly. “We never did.. celebrate our anniversary, you know..” he told you, and you felt a pang in your chest. “Bucky.. we.. I don’t want to do this with you.” You whispered, feeling the familiar sensation of tears forming in the back of your eyes. You could see his heart break in his eyes as he stared at you.

“Is this because of Steve?” He asked, his tone harsh, but quiet. You shook your head, wrapping your arms around yourself. “This has nothing to do with Steve. This is about us.” You told him, regretting the words as soon as they left your lips, and hope lit up his eyes. “Us?” He wondered, taking a step towards you. You swallowed, hard, digging your nails into your arms through your sleeves. Just get it over with. “Bucky..” You started, clearing your throat. He was now only mere inches away from you, and you had to close your eyes so you could control yourself.

“I.. I don’t think this is going to work out, like you want it to.” You told him softly. “Y/N..” He started to speak, but you cut him off by holding your index finger up. “Let me get this out, please.” You breathed, and you heard him huff. You opened your eyes, tears shining in them as you looked up at him. “I’m never going to be enough for you, Buck.. and I’ve come to terms with that. It took me a long while to understand it… but I know that’s why you cheated on me. There was something missing, with us, that you found with her..” You told him, and he shook his head, gripping your shoulders as he pulled you closer. “What I did was not your fault, Y/N. I was a fucking idiot, okay? Don’t you dare blame yourself.” He practically growled, and you let out a sad chuckle. “You know, Buck.. you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me..” You breathed, and his eyes softened as he bit into his lip.

You wiped your cheeks quickly, blinking a few times. “I would’ve married you, you know.” You whispered, almost inaudible. You heard him suck in a breath, and then his hands cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. “We can get back to that. We can. I’ll do anything, Y/N, please.” He begged, but you shook your head. “You lost me, babe.” You told him, and he slowly sank to his knees in front of you. “There’s.. there’s nothing I can do..?” He asked you slowly, and you sunk your teeth into your lip as you looked down at him.

You could see the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes, and your heart ached for him. You did love him, so much. All of your feelings were still there, you just weren’t sure what to do with them, now. He gripped your thighs right above your knees as his head fell forward, resting on your hip gently. “Please.. I’m.. I’m so sorry..” he whispered, and you felt a fresh wave of tears hit you as you placed your hand in his hair gently, missing the way it felt between your fingers. “You’ll be okay, Buck..” You told him softly, and he shook his head against you. “I waited an entire year for you.. I can wait a little longer.”

You let out a sigh as he stood up slowly, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders. “I don’t want you to wait for me, Bucky..” You insisted, but he shook his head before resting his forehead against yours. “I love you, Y/N.” You shut your eyes, letting out a shaky breath. “And I know you love me too.” He continued, and you shook your head, “How do you know that?” You wondered, and his hands made their way up your neck, to your jaw. “Because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t let me do this.”

He pressed his lips to yours softly, and you whimpered at the contact before you found yourself melting into it. He was so familiar, so comfortable. Your lips moved against his, your mouth parting open slightly as his tongue swiped across your lower lip. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging gently as you felt fresh tears fall from your eyes. His left hand moved down to your back, pulling your body closer to his as he continued to kiss you, making you feel lightheaded and your heart swell.

You pushed him away from you after a moment, both of you struggling to catch your breath. “I.. I have to go.” You told him, biting back a sob. “Y/N.” he came towards you, his beautiful eyes shining in the candlelight, but you shook your head, turning and walking out of the room.

You hurried down the hallways to your room, your vision blinded by your tears. Why did he do this to you? Why did you let him do this to you? You were so stupid.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts, stumbling through the dark, that you didn’t even notice someone walking towards you, and you collided with them suddenly. “Y/N?” It was Steve, and as you looked up at him, the dam containing your tears broke. You threw yourself into his arms, sobbing loudly, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, picking you up. “Shhh.” He soothed as you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist. You heard more footsteps in the hallway, and felt Steve’s muscles tense under you. “Is she okay?” Is was Bucky’s voice that spoke. “Does she look okay, Buck?” Steve asked, his voice as cold as steel. You sniffled, hiding your face in the crook of Steve’s neck. “You know, Buck. I think it might be best if you leave Y/N alone.” Steve spoke again, a warning in his voice as his grip on you tightened.

“I think we both know that isn’t going to happen.”

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