shit you do for marriage

Say Yes to Distress (Rafael Barba x Reader)

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SHOUT OUT TO @mrsrafaelbarba FOR PROOFREADING THIS!! *insert gospel hands*


“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon! We’re gonna be late if you don’t speed up!”

How interesting it was for you to make such a statement, given that Rafael could only go as fast as your tugging from ahead allowed him. At least, it would have been interesting, had you not roused the man from his sleep in such an abrupt manner. Rafael Barba was a very busy man and one who had learned long ago to appreciate what downtime he had to the best of his ability. So if there ever was an opportunity to sleep in, he would sleep like a rock after capping a night out on the town with some hard liquor. And he was quite grateful to share such a trait with you. Curled up, your back to his chest, being the big spoon to your little spoon underneath the comforting shield of the duvet with the familiar sounds of the bustling city below your apartment playing in the background – that was how he liked his Saturday mornings.

Not being woken up to your cold hands smooshing his cheek after he failed to respond to your whispers or even shaking him. And certainly not getting marched out of bed, into the shower for only five minutes, a quick breakfast of Eggo waffles (weekends were usually the only time he could even get breakfast!), and out the door to the rowdy streets of New York. He much preferred this sound to be on the other side of the window, rather than up in his ears. However, the honking of car horns and rattle of construction and shouting of commuters was almost drowned out, if not for you taking up the most of his attention with your incessant command: “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.” You’d been saying it since he’d lumbered out of bed. And he’d been asking why since the Eggo waffles.

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I think the “Date” was set up by Dark himself

I mean, now that you think about it…have anyone notice all the endings?
(If you have not done The Valentine’s Day Interaction, read no further, it contains SPOILERS)

The ENDINGS might’ve been funny and good but, when you think about it, those ending were a bit… bad in a way for both you and Mark…

META ENDING
When you agreed to marry Mark, you find out that it was all an act and none of it was even real. Hell, Mark even mocks you for it. Who in the world would marry someone on the first date, especially to a guy like that?
Does that get you down? And notice what Mark said, he said he could’ve been bigger than this but he was stuck doing shit like this.

I PLANNED SO MUCH
When you decline the marriage, Mark tries desperately to convince you to say yes, but to no avail, you can see how crushed he was and he leaves heartbroken. ouch.

VANILLA
After being alone with Dark, (that’s if you chose HORROR, of course) Mark manages to break free from his grip but you have to choose between who’s the real Mark. LEFT or RIGHT. You chose wisely and Mark takes you to get ice cream.
Oh, but that’s the best possible ending out of all of them, right? I don’t think so… I don’t think that was the last we seen of Dark. Did you notice that your vision start to change? It was like he was still nearby. It was either because you were traumatized or… you let Dark in your mind.

CHOCOLATE
After being alone with Dark, Mark manages to break free from his grip but you have to choose between who’s the real Mark. LEFT or RIGHT. You chose… unwisely… killing the real Mark instead. Now you’re stuck with Dark… forever…

PEANUTBUTTER BLUES
After not paying for dinner and try to ATTACK your way out of a van, you and Mark find yourself in the middle of nowhere. All of a sudden a nuclear explosion happens. Killing all of your friends, family, you name it.
But it’s a good thing Mark brought a basket with PBJ, somehow? That’s great, just the two of us… but little did the two of you know, the nuclear explosion mutated Mark into, like, be super allergic to peanut butter, killing him before he could even shit it out…and then he shat it out.
This crushed you deeply. Nothing could ever make you happy ever again.

TUNA TRIUMPH
After not paying for dinner and try to ATTACK your way out of a van, you and Mark find yourself in the middle of nowhere. All of a sudden a nuclear explosion happens. Killing all of your friends, family, you name it.
But it’s a good thing Mark brought a basket with Tuna, don’t know how…
And the two of you fight against anything that comes your way!
Y’all also have a Tuna farm…

ALIEN ABDUCTION
After not paying for dinner and try to ATTACK your way out of a van, you and Mark find yourself in the middle of no where. You spot something SHINY and want to investigate. When Mark inspects the object, the two of you get taken by a UFO.
You watch as Mark gets (possibly) probed by Aliens…

THE BIG DIG
After not paying for dinner and tell Mark DON’T ATTACK, the two of you are locked away to be served for dinner. You are left with two choices, you PICK LOCK or DIG. You fucking made an unwise decision and now you’re watching him graze the floor with A SPOON FOR HOURS!!!! TRUE HELL!!!

MARK DED AF
After not paying for dinner and tell Mark DON’T ATTACK, the two of you are locked away to be served for dinner. You are left with two choices, you PICK LOCK or DIG. He manages to unlock the cage in an break neck speed, despite no experience like he told you.
Trying to find a more quicker way to find an exit, Mark says you should SPLIT UP. He fucking dies before time can even breathe.

TRUE ENDING
After not paying for dinner and tell Mark DON’T ATTACK, the two of you are locked away to be served for dinner. You are left with two choices, you PICK LOCK or DIG. He manages to unlock the cage in an break neck speed, despite telling you he had no experience.
Trying to find a more quicker way to find an exit, Mark says you should SPLIT UP. But you think it’s best to STAY TOGETHER. The Cook finds and attacks you. Mark tells you to use the controller to defeat him and he explodes. You and Mark finally find the EXIT but you wanted to stay and find MORE? You stay and explore more about the place. As you do so, you meet Warfstache, asking you it was worth finding this end and warning you about how shocking the ending may be.You go along and you find out… you were Chica (Mark’s dog) the whole time…

THE LOOP
After not paying for dinner and tell Mark DON’T ATTACK, the two of you are locked away to be served for dinner. You are left with two choices, you PICK LOCK or DIG. He manages to unlock the cage in an break neck speed.
Trying to find a more quicker way to find an exit, Mark says you should SPLIT UP. But you think it’s best to STAY TOGETHER. The Cook finds and attacks you. Mark tells you to use the controller to defeat him and he explodes. You and Mark find the EXIT and the two of you are now finally… you see an evil smirk and you find yourself back in the cage… trying to find a way out…

Now all of these ending were… a bit bazaar, right? But what if Dark had a hand in all of the endings?

(I’ll make a part 2 of this later, this is a bit too long *cough*)

anonymous asked:

MAKE ME UNDERSTAND SATIDALA IT'S SUCH AN INTERESTING CONCEPT?


Instead of tell you……….how about I show you, nonnie?


The first time you fall in love with her, she’s only a concept, a landmark, a goddess. I was not elected to watch my people suffer and die while you discuss this invasion in a committee! Your planet is one of ash and you hope to lead your people into the legacy that matches that of the phoenix, but you are weary, and you are alone in a galaxy that wants to meld you, your planet, into something you do not and cannot support.

But there is this Queen made of durasteel with lips coated in paint the color of blood and you stand a Duchess formed of lilies and think I want to be her.


When you meet her, you are astonished by this woman. She is young; that much is still visible through her facepaint, her features are still sculpted more by youth than by time. (Of course, you do not know her age for certain but figure there cannot be more than a decade between the both of you.) When you meet her, you are technically on equal footing, both of you the rulers of your own planets, but still–there is a whisper of a fluttering at the bottom of your stomach.

There are pieces of your heart that still lie within the grasp of a blue-eyed man on Coruscant, but your soul inside yearns for a place to rest. In the warmth of her brown eyes, and in the gravity of her voice, you sense a formative wish in the back of your mind. It would be an honor to see her smile.


The Duchess and the Queen; you both are a powerful set of friends. People still do not know what to do with you and fear her lack of reverence for political systems that serve themselves instead of the greater good. She chides you for your boldness; you sigh exasperatedly at her that Oh, believe me, I am still holding back, my dear.

But, you are one of a privileged few that has seen the young woman behind the paint, the headdress, the elaborate wear. She is made of sunshine itself; stars yield to her gravitational pull. Her hands have reformed her home for the better and she is beloved by many.

You, however, are not. You cannot escape people’s beliefs about your home, and to be honest, you are much happier in your own home than among eyes that refuse to listen to what you want to achieve. But, she does. Every time. She listens, and her eyebrows furrow with a particular type of focus that pulls apart your resolve as if you are nothing more than an old and tired rope. Her lilting, rolling accent–her accent, not the one crafted in a mortal body with the power of immortal spirits–entrances you. And your heart settles inside your chest with a rare moment of silent peace when she gives you the honor of a smile. 

It takes your subconscious to let you know the true nature of your feelings. It comes in a dream as light as air; for all the power you hold, your dream is remarkably earthly and humble. It is nothing more than an image; your mind taunts you with the divine honor of combing your fingers through her miles of curls.

(There’s a very real instance when a handmaiden loses her comb and you volunteer yours. She sets her head in your lap and you detangle her damp curls for nearly an hour. When she dozes off, there is an ache settling between your lungs where warmth should be.)

You love her


And unlike the love you stole from a boy’s peace of mind nearly a decade ago, you give this love to her without ever expressing it aloud. You remain her close friend and give her all of your trust; for years, you watch the Senate bow to the power of her intellect and the swelling of her heart and dream what it would be like to call her yours.

The galaxy pulls itself apart in a war you cannot understand and the both of you stand in separate islands, but for all the universe, you cannot quite bring yourself to demean her. Her with her quizzical gaze who is still trying to fix things, still trying to do things for her people, still pushing forward.

You watch her in her Senatorial Apartments in a rare visit to Coruscant as she practices a speech. When you realize she’s trapped herself in an invisible love you did to yourself a decade ago, you promise to keep her secret. Because, ultimately, you are not a bad person, but she is better than you. And she does not deserve the conflict your love would bestow upon her.

So you offer your friendship and your time and your patience and resign yourself to dreams. There are bitter and selfish moments when you bitingly thing I could love her better and you stare back at the man that held your younger affections that will always have a spell on your resolve and wonder but would her love be as doomed as this? 

And you stay silent. And go home. And focus on your people. And dream of her eyes. For her birthday, you send her lilies to give her green stuck in a planet where durasteel grows better than anything organic. It’s not a life resigned to the wings, because you deserve more than that, but there’s a key in her hands she does not know she owns. Just in case.

(You do not know there’s a tugging affection in her heart for your laugh, your smile, your eyes. You do not know she stares a little too long at you in confusion. You do not know she thinks of so many similar things as you.)

STOP SHITTING ON SOPHIE HUNTER.

YOU DO NOT KNOW IF SHE’S PREGNANT

YOU DO NOT KNOW IF SHE HAS A SHIT TASTE OF FASHION

YOU DO NOT KNOW IF SHE’S THE NO-SEX-BEFORE-MARRIAGE KIND OF PERSON

YOU DO NOT KNOW IF SHE ‘TRAPPED’ BENEDICT

YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW HAPPY THEY TRULY ARE

YOU DO NOT KNOW IF THEIR MARRIAGE ANNOUNCEMENT IS A STUNT OR JUST SOMETHING ANY ORDINARY COUPLE WOULD DO

YOU DO NOT KNOW SHIT ABOUT THEM

YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW LONG THEY’VE KNOWN EACH OTHER OR HOW LONG THEY’VE BEEN DATING

SO LEAVE THEM THE FUCK ALONE.

BENEDICT IS A SENSIBLE MAN. HE WOULD DO WHAT HE KNOWS IS RIGHT. 

YOU. DO NOT. KNOW. ANYTHING

STOP FEELING THE NEED TO 'PROTECT’ HIM. HE’S PROBABLY TWICE YOUR AGE SO HE DOESN’T NEED YOU BABYING HIM.

A virgin..until I Met you pt.6  (KIM TAEHYUNG)

BTS member : taehyung x reader

genre: angst/smut/fluff  Mature contents


warning  this chapter is smut

Originally posted by couplenotes




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You woke up with new feelings a lot of parts in your body changed and some of it hurt you grinned when you realized you’re not a virgin any more you lazily 

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anonymous asked:

You hate stupid shits yet you believe in gay marriage.... You're doing life wrong

Ain’t nothing wrong with being gay dude. Gay people deserve to have equal rights to straight people. 

Humans aren’t the only species with homosexuality, it is completely natural, and is actually even beneficial to us as a species. 

It still really bugs me that people put so much emphasis on Goku’s absences as reasons for “bad husband” or “bad dad.”

Like. I’m sorry. Did something happen to you personally? Or have you never experienced a father / husband who had to leave you for long periods of time but wasn’t an actual deadbeat lol? Then again our media tends to paint any husband or father who spends a lot of time at work or away on business trips as “not good” even though I’ve lived with my husband being gone for long-ish trips, and, uhm, I’m sorry - I consider my dad pretty dang awesome, okay? He was involved with us when he was home and that was enough for me. He does things right when he can be here and that’s what really matters. I’ve seen broken homes. And it’s nothing like what I grew up in, even though my dad was gone a lot.  

It’s not just as simple as “lol he was gone for a long time” - you really need to dissect the why here.

So.

Dead for 1 year to train because threat to the Earth.

- dead

- threat to family/friends

- technically didn’t have a choice because Kami pushed that “training for a year while dead” shit on him w/out asking lol

Seems legit to me. Moving on.

Stays away for a year-ish after Namek and denies Almighty Dragon Wish to return early.

- you could have an argument here BUT I see it as him training to protect his family / control that Super Saiyan state -> protect his family. But you can see it how you want and I’ll allow that, though I’d argue there isn’t really evidence of Goku leaving his family to go train up until this point so, eh~

Don’t count the 3 years training for androids because with as little as we know, he was home every night? 

Dead again, 7 years, denies possible option of bringing him back to life

- Was gonna be permanent

- Did it to protect everyone b/c he saw himself as a threat-magnet 

Seems legit to me.

[and yall wonder why Super feels off when he tries to sneak behind Chi-Chi’s back in that one episode… especially when the very first episode of Super shows Goku straight up asking her if he can go train because he was busy doing what she wanted and providing for the family derp]

Leaves to Train Uub

- absolutely no indication of how long this lasts

- GT’s “10″ or “5″ years don’t count in debate because it’s GT and the fanbase as a whole doesn’t count it as canon

- Neko Majin Z shows him with Uub with the whole family at his house so… eh. Inclined to go with what that leads us to believe? Nice thing Toriyama envisioned at the very least.


EDIT: I guess I just want to say I’m tired of hearing “lol Goku was always gone” - because my actual response (and my husband’s response) is always “no he was not and anyway it was legit reasons 90% of the time when he was gone” - it’s not like he was at home with no major threat and walking out on the family to train or gone from the house 24/7 - there’s so much there of him being active with his wife and son, of him being supportive, so how you can just write off everything because “lol but he was gone” 

Y’all: Brallie is over
Me: 

All I have to do is trust in their inability to get over each other and choose each other over anyone else. It’s been done like three times already. They’ve always come through for me …. each other. They’ll be fine.

I’m disgusted that this is actually published. “Duggar women don’t get head aches.” Like. I grew up in this religion and I’m still shocked by this shit. Wait until marriage and then you have to do it every time he wants it. You’re a bad wife if you say no. Your job as a Christian wife is to be the sex. I can’t stand it. I’m so glad I’m not religious any more, I’d hurt someone.