this is why we should get married!

Gilly: Oh, seems here, some guy named Rhaegar got an annulment from his wife and married another girl down in Dorne named Ly-

Sam: Why should Caesar get to stomp around like a giant while the rest of us try not to get smushed under his big feet? WE SHOULD TOTALLY JUST STAB CAESAR!!!

4

“You’re completely psycho. You threw water in Ingrid’s face. You’re crazy!” “Do you get acid thrown in your face if you don’t wear the Hijaab?” “She’s psycho! I heard that she put someone in a chokehold when she went to Urra.” “Sana, are you circumcised?” “No wonder she’s psycho.” “She’s supposed to be a good representative for Islam.” “You’re so lucky because you don’t have to think about all of that stuff. Heartbreak and stuff. Maybe I should convert to Islam.” “Hope you get forcibly married … sent to Africa so we won’t have you at Urra.” “Why do you wear that shit on your head? It’s fucking ugly. Want me to pull it off you in the big break?” 

@thunderboltsortofapenny said: No no let’s do this! Why would steve need to be fake married. Or why would bucky need to be fake married to Steve. We need a reason. #Viper do the thing #It’ll be fun!

So I did the thing, and it’s stupid and terrible, but here, have it:


Bucky’s an EMT. Normal guy, just living his life, trying to help where he can. And then one day, all of a sudden, the aliens are invading NYC, and Bucky’s out there helping, right in the middle of the danger zone because of course he is.

There’s a fight going on, and a bunch of freaks in weird suits seem to be fighting the aliens, but Bucky doesn’t have much time to focus on anything other than all the people in dire need of medical attention. He does what he can to help, grabs the first metal bar he can find and fights only the aliens getting in his way, and works himself to exhaustion. Then there’s a blast, and it sends a man flying right into the wall next to him.

“Hey, you okay?” Bucky asks, rushing to help him, and though Bucky could’ve sworn the blow was hard enough to crush anyone’s ribs, he’s surprised to see the man–who must’ve been on his way to a costume party–stand up practically unscathed.

He’s got broad shoulders and a strong jaw and eyes of the prettiest shade of blue Bucky’s ever seen, and even with his face covered in soot and grime and blood, Bucky’s heart skips a beat.

For a few seconds the man seems a bit disoriented, then he finally registers Bucky’s presence. “What are you doing here?? Get out of the streets!”

“I was–” Bucky starts, and is cut off by an explosion right above their heads and a bunch of debris raining down on them, and a hand shoving him aside.

When he comes to, which is a surprise in itself, the dust has started to clear, and the man who’s clearly saved his life is carrying him as if he weighed nothing, concern in those beautiful eyes and a big, warm hand pressed tenderly against Bucky’s neck, checking for a pulse.

He locks eyes with Bucky and sighs in relief, the hint of a smile on his plush lips, but the hand remains where it is. “Hi,” he says. “You all right?”

“Y-yeah… Thank you,” Bucky replies, but he doesn’t move to free himself of the man’s arms. His stomach is doing something weird, and the man surely has other people to rescue, but for a few seconds they both just stay there, shell-shocked and staring at each other like the world around them has stopped.

Then something blows up nearby, and the spell is broken.

Carefully, the man helps him to his feet, makes sure Bucky’s in one piece, and then says, “Find shelter, okay? Stay inside.”

Bucky’s not planning to, but he can’t find it in him to tell that to this incredible man, so he slowly licks his lips and nods. Before turning around to leave, the man offers him a small, shy smile.

- - - - -

During the next few weeks after the Chitauri attack on NYC, every single piece of footage of the Avengers fighting against the aliens and helping civilians goes viral. Phone videos, security cameras, blurry pics.

The most popular, by far, is a snapshot of Captain America carrying a guy, who can be seen fighting aliens and helping people in other videos, bridal style, thumb caressing his jaw, and both looking like lovestruck teenagers.

Bucky can’t go to the grocery store or even do his job without being stalked by the paparazzi or Cap’s groupies or just random people wanting to know what his Avenger name is, and for how long he’s been dating Captain America.

- - - - -

“You’ve ruined my life!!” Bucky tells him, because of course, of course Captain America would pick Bucky’s park for his morning run. Of course Bucky’d slip on wet leaves on the pavement precisely this morning, and of fucking course Captain America would just happen to be around to catch him at just the right time. Bucky’s seeing red.

“I’m sorry,” Captain America says, and it’s extremely unfair just how genuine and how much like a kicked puppy he looks.

Christ, Bucky wants to punch him.

- - - - -

Steve’s been living in PR hell.

He’s spent the past weeks “saving” girls and boys alike from getting hit by a bicycle, or fainting, or a fuckton of equally stupid shit.

The second anyone spots Captain America, there’ll suddenly be some kind of dangerous situation going down, and someone hoping Cap will carry them bridal style to safety and maybe fall head over heels in love with them in the process.

Steve is tired and done and ready to get back in the ice for another few decades, and shares Pepper’s worries that someone might actually put themself in real danger soon.

“We should handle this before it gets worse,” Nat says. And Steve agrees, of course, but he just doesn’t know how.

“Just marry the guy,” Clint suggests.

Steve almost chokes to death on his own spit.

“WHAT?”

Clint shrugs. “Why not? Half the world already thinks you’re dating…”

“Clint, he hates me…”

“Only cause people keep pestering him about this. If you two get married it’ll be a circus, but then it’ll blow over. He can’t even do his job right now, right? So you pay the guy for the trouble, yadda yadda, then when this is over you two get a quick divorce, and that’s it. Problem solved.”

For two minutes, no one else opens their mouth. Then:

“He’s got a point…”

“Tony, no,” Steve whines.

“You saw the footage, how he was helping those civilians… If you have to marry someone, he’s not a bad candidate,” Nat says, and then smirks. “Plus, he’s cute.”

Steve already knows he’s lost this battle, but that doesn’t help him feel any better about this. Yes, he’s cute. Yes, he’s a brave and kind and smart guy. Yes, Steve could very easily pretend to be married to him for a while and yes it’d help them both. None of that’s the problem.

The problem is that he kind of really likes the guy.

The problem is that the guy hates him.

This is a really, really bad idea.

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⚤= smut | ♞= angst | ☁= fluff

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✧ ( F.R.I.E.N.D.S  SENTENCE  STARTERS.

warning:  adult language and mild sexual themes. change pronouns to your liking/as you see fit!

❛ Now that I’ve untangled you, how about you do something for me? ❜
❛ All right! I just don’t see why you like it so much! ❜
❛ Babe, if you know it through a wall, you know it too well. ❜
❛ I’m fine! Hey, I’m great! I’m just, I’m just proud of us. ❜
❛ I realize that you didn’t expect to walk in and see that, but… Let me explain, okay? ❜
❛ We weren’t doing anything!  ❜
❛ Well, maybe the next batch, we could all get some. ❜
❛ I’m sorry, it must be the pressure of entertaining. ❜
❛ How could you mess this up? It’s so easy. ❜
❛ If I wanted this cake to be a disaster, I would have baked it myself! ❜
❛ I know what you’re thinking! The resemblance is uncanny! ❜
❛ It’s the longest I’ve ever spent on a computer without looking at porn. ❜
❛ You just got to accept the fact that this is going to cost you a lot of money. ❜
❛ Dude, I don’t think you should be wearing that. ❜
❛ Oh, I see. Somebody’s afraid of a little competition with the ladies? ❜
❛ If you had to, what would you give up? Food or sex? ❜
❛ It’s perfect! It’s everything we’ve been looking for! ❜
❛ What? When have I ever touched myself in front of you guys? ❜
❛ Why don’t you sit down… get yourself comfortable… because I have a little surprise for you. ❜
❛ Please just…just pull yourself together okay? ❜
❛ We’re not a couple- we’re definitely not a couple. ❜
❛ What, I’m not good enough for you? ❜
❛ Wow, you, uh, you seem pretty insulted by that.. ❜
❛ We’re not gonna have this conversation again. ❜
❛ Oh, you are, you really do like big butts, don’t you? ❜
❛ Why can’t you be supportive? ❜
❛ You have always been jealous of me! ❜
❛ You want to know why you don’t want me to have the baby? ❜
❛ You have to have everything and I couldn’t have anything. ❜
❛ Wait a minute; you don’t think it was intentional? ❜
❛ So, does anybody have any ideas how to organize this?  ❜
❛ Uh, don’t you think that would be a little weird? ❜
❛ We were on a break! ❜
❛ For the last time, I don’t care what the computer says. ❜
❛ I’m kind of going through a dry spell, sex wise.. ❜
❛ I’m across the street, having sex right now. ❜
❛ Whoa—hey—wh-wh-what do you got there? What is that? ❜
❛ What? Are you afraid you’re gonna run out? ❜
❛ Any minute now, the police will be here. ❜
❛ Well, if you’re gonna get to know him then you’d better do it now. ❜
❛ Well, excuse me for trying to put a positive spin on a traffic jam! ❜
❛ If only there was something in your head to control the things you say! ❜
❛ You know what, ____? Why don’t you just put that on your answering machine! ❜
❛ Oh, I’m sorry, were you speaking to me or sleeping with someone else? ❜
❛ There is no right or wrong, here. ❜
❛ You just asked me whether I wanted to go to bed with you tonight! ❜
❛ You know how some people walk in a room and everybody takes notice? ❜
❛ It’s never taken me a week to get over a relationship. ❜
❛ It’s never taken you more than a shower to get over a relationship. ❜
❛ Why would you start again after chewing all that quitting gum? ❜
❛ I started using humor as a defense mechanism. ❜
❛ Uh, do you guys have plans for the weekend? ❜
❛ Now it’s not gonna make any sense! ❜
❛ It’s not the sweater. It’s what’s underneath the sweater that counts. ❜
❛ You’re so stupid, how are you not yet extinct? ❜
❛ I broke up with you because I was mad at you, not because I stopped loving you. ❜
❛ Why would you need to say “hi” to them? ❜
❛ I’m just going to wander around in the rain. ❜
❛ I just got us dates with two unbelievably cute nurses. ❜
❛ That’s kind of a masculine name, don’t you think? ❜
❛ “Don’t count on it.” Seems like it works to me. ❜
❛ I went to the park and let a bee sting me. ❜
❛ I’m really getting tired of always sneaking around all the time. ❜
❛ I don’t even feel like I know you any more.  ❜
❛ Whatever you say, I’ll believe you. ❜
❛ All right, I’m just going to ask you this one time. ❜
❛ I’m surprised you didn’t go home wearing your lunch! ❜
❛ Someday I’ll tell you about the time I stabbed a cop! ❜
❛ Look, we’re not just messing around!  ❜
❛ I’m so sorry that you had to find out this way. ❜
❛ You guys probably wanna get some hugs in too, huh? ❜
❛ You were worried about me? You didn’t know how I was going to react? ❜
❛ Do you really think the best reason to get married is because you’re sorry? ❜
❛ I was gonna ask you to marry me because I forgot to say hello to you last week. ❜
❛ I can’t talk you out of this. It’s a great life. ❜
❛ I just realized I can sleep with my eyes open. ❜
❛ I mean, didn’t you even run so fast you thought your legs were gonna fall off? ❜
❛ What did you do that bad that make dad cut you off? ❜
❛ I guess it makes sense, you know, having such a terrible childhood. ❜
❛ I had a terrible childhood and I don’t do porn. ❜
❛ I always thought having a heart attack was nature’s way of telling you to die! ❜
❛ I mean… you — you are going to die, but you’re not gonna die today. ❜
❛ I mean, if you’re not careful, you may not get married at all this year. ❜
❛ Can we come in yet? We’re dying out here! ❜
❛ I didn’t know it was a big secret. ❜
❛ Why is this woman leaving a message for you on my machine? ❜
❛ It’s a known fact that women love babies, all right? ❜
❛ I was doing great before I found out about you! ❜
❛ And it’s not like I didn’t try, but things got in the way! ❜
❛ I’ve been doing this for ten years and I haven’t gotten anywhere. ❜
❛ You know what we should do? We should do, like, a soap opera theme. ❜
❛ Do you know me or are you just really good at this game?  ❜
❛ What’s the worst that could happen? ❜
❛ How do you expect me to grow if you won’t let me blow? ❜
❛ Why must everybody watch me sleep? ❜
❛ Haven’t you ever gotten beat up before? ❜
❛ It’s such a shame you can’t see what finger I’m holding up. ❜
❛ I didn’t know what I was taking responsibility for! ❜
❛ When I walk outside naked, people throw garbage at me. ❜
❛ I would’ve thought it was the other way around. ❜
❛ I remember I cried the night you made that up. ❜

Any idea how many gay jokes there are?

I just want to point out something. A joke is only funny when it isn’t used ad nauseam.

So, basically, when can we say this isn’t a joke but that there’s serious intent? How many times before we can rightfully say: this isn’t a joke, this is a pattern. This isn’t a bonus, this is the heart of the text?

10? 15? 20? One per episode? Twice per episode?

(Brace yourself)

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 before i say anything else about all my thoughts and feelings on 210…

I LOVE THAT NICOLE IS MARRIED

yes, it’s something to be talked about big time between wayhaught. yes, it’s a big ‘ol ugly secret. not technically a lie but sins of omission.. yeah yeah yeah it is what it is.

But seriously, this is something I have never witnessed be addressed in lgbt rep. It’s something I never expected to see. And it’s so personal to me.

Personal story time literally nobody asked for: I got married shortly after the repeal of DADT in Washington DC at the ripe old age of almost 20. I was young, dumb, and in the military. I was also extremely aware of the history, the battles that lead to small political victories. A lot of us were. And a lot of us did get married simply because we finally could. It was a huge deal then - not too fucking long ago.

Same thing but on a much larger scale throughout the US: after the US Supreme Court “ruled” on the federal legalization of gay marriage, a literal fuck ton of us got married just out of the sheer euphoria at the fact that we could. It was monumental for us to have this right. So, some of us (a lot of us) jumped straight (lol) for it.

Did that mean a lot of young people getting married before they were in anyway ready for marriage? yeah, big time. 

I am one of those people who is still technically married just because divorce takes time. It takes a ton of time, a decent amount of money, and a significant (excruciating) toll on a twenty-something-year-old’s heart and mind.  

So allow me, if you will, to paint you a picture. You’ve been watching the politics play out the entirety of your young adult life. You’ve got a girlfriend who you love. The battles so many generations before you have fought and died for have finally, slowly, painfully, been won. You partake in the victory not just for your life and your love, but in the name of those who have fought and died for this before you. The weight of this victory is not lost on you in the slightest. So you get married. A year (if that) later, it doesn’t work out. Like about half of all marriages, yours fails. But divorce is expensive. It’s approximately one trillion times harder to get divorced than it is to get married. So, a few years later, you’re still legally married. You’ve met the absolute love of your life, and you are still married. You still have a wife out there who you don’t talk to. You are not in each other’s lives, but you’ve got that title still.

That is my exact situation right now as I’m writing this. And I never thought I would see that issue on TV. It is a real issue in the LGBT (well let’s throw the blanket term “gay” on it as I’m talking about gay marriage in particular) community. A lot of us are in real, committed, loving relationships but we have actual spouses still. This is a real issue in so many of our lives. And idk if Emily meant to write this in because she is aware this issue effects a lot of us or not, but it’s amazing to me that I am seeing myself actually represented not just as a lesbian, but as a lesbian who rushed into a marriage.

If I went to the hospital right now at this moment in some near death situation, my actual wife would be called. My gf who I live with, have the happiest and best relationship I’ve ever been blessed with, and plan on marrying someday would most definitely be the one by my side, but my actual wife may show up. 

Now, my gf knows about my wife. She’s still my wife. I can’t call her my ex-wife yet. Not legally. I told my gf before we even started dating about my whole situation. Yeah we’re separated. Yeah, the only time we talk is about legal stuff. But the fact remains, I am a married woman.

Now, let me add something really emotional to this picture: divorce fucking sucks. When you go for a divorce, there are certain feelings that come along with it that never go away like fucking scars. You feel like a failure. You feel stupid. You feel unlovable and dirty and shameful and guilty and like you aren’t worth it. You suddenly can’t stand being around your own friends anymore because they’re married and having kids. Everything is a reminder that you failed somehow, even when you know it’s not your fault. No matter what the reason for the divorce was, you are shattered. All the love in the world from your soulmate you might find later on doesn’t totally banish those feelings. Some days, you don’t even think about it. Some days, it hits you like a sack of bricks that you weren’t worth keeping promises to. Divorce is by far the most painful experience I’ve had, and I’ve broken a lot of bones and been through my share of disowned by family, going to sleep starving shit.

So it is not crazy at all that Nicole, who fell fast and hard for a girl she did not expect in a million years to light up her life the way she did, hasn’t found the right way to bring this thing up. Wayhaught has been together how long at this point? A few months? I’m guesstimating 4 at most? I find it hard to feel any kind of mad at Nicole for not bringing this up yet. It sucks to talk about because it hurts to you, who went through the pain of a failed marriage, and you have to consider how to not hurt the other person who loves you now with the fact that you had a commitment to another person in the past. A serious, legal one. It’s a shit position to be in. It’s a nearly unwinnable situation. And it’s one that takes time to process for the other person. There is a fat chance this marriage that isn’t valid to you anymore turns off the other person because it speaks to your flaws from a time when you were young, dumb, and reckless, and promised somebody else your love. I don’t blame Nicole at all for not bringing it up yet. Maybe that’s because I know the feeling. Maybe because like, when has there been the time for such a big discussion?

Honestly, the reason I told my gf about being married when I did, the way I did, was because I was trying to keep her from liking me. When we first met, I wasn’t ready for a relationship. I had just gotten out of one literally days before we met at a concert. Then she starting hanging out at my place because my roommate was dating her friend. I knew she liked me, so I gave her all the dirt on me: I’m married, I drink, I’m a writer, I’m broke, I’m medicated, I have a bad leg, all the negative things. “I’m married” is not a good way to start a conversation. That will keep the ladies away, usually. I mean, ultimately in my life, it was good to have all the bad things in my past out in the air, and our relationship is like the funniest, best love story I’ve ever seen.

But let’s look at life in fucking Purgatory. All the times both Nicole and Waverly have been attacked, been nearly dead, maybe been actually dead, been possessed. They fight demons. Their lives aren’t normal, and they are always in danger. Bringing up a topic like legal marriage? As someone who is married and has been separated for years, there are days I don’t even think about or remember that I’m married anymore. It’s just not something that’s part of your life when you get caught up in school/work/puppy training/what have you. It’s not something on Nicole’s mind always, I can guarantee you that. And when she does think, oh maybe I should bring this up now, something insane like oh, my girlfriend’s possessed takes precedence. 

That was super long and unsolicited, but I think important. Nicole has always been an important character to me, but now exponentially more so because an issue has been addressed that does touch so many queer lives. I feel represented in a way I didn’t know I needed until I saw it tonight.

I want to say that I get why some people are mad about Nicole being married, but honestly, no. Sit down. Take a look at the community around you and real issues we deal with in our real lives. If you don’t want to see the hard part of our lives portrayed, what the hell are you talking about when you cry about wanting representation? If all you want to see women kissing and smiling, go watch porn. It’s just as realistic as this “representation” you say you want. You want positive representation, that is what we are getting in a way I feel so blessed to be witnessing. We have real characters in the media reflecting real struggles. We have a bisexual woman in a small town who is extremely apprehensive and makes rash decisions because she’s been through hell. We have a lesbian with a protector impulse which makes her prone to bad judgement calls but very good at her job, and she’s got a past that echos what so many of us lesbians living in the real world are going through. So, no, sincerely reexamine what it is you want these characters to be, because it’s not good representation. It’s fake. And it’s not doing anyone any favors. 

tl;dr: Nicole is the rep of my dreams. Learn some history. Fight me.

anonymous asked:

Sorry for bothering you, I just wanted to ask if you've seen that post about the 'original version of Persephone's kidnapping' myth going around, where she doesn't actually get kidnapped but just sort of... wanders into the underworld? Is that even a little accurate as far as you know or another made-up tumblr retelling?

It’s a load of WANK

I have actually added this to the original post, but obviously there are about 780 versions of that post floating around at this point and nearly all of them are like ‘omg i’m so glad that this 100% unverified post about persephone proves that everyone has been wrong about the myth for the past hundreds of years… thank god for no sources <3′ 

But anyway, here are my thoughts on the matter. It would probably help to have the original post open at the same time, as this response does make some close references to it: 

A disclaimer, first of all: any post that says THIS IS THE ORIGINAL MYTH is going to be wank, because we don’t know what the original myth was - we only have the first written sources, but without a time machine there’s just no way of finding out how the myth developed in an oral tradition. So already, we can debunk about 80% of that post. Groovy.

The first source we have for Persephone being carried away is in Hesiod’s Theogony, written in the 8th or 7th century BC. We also have the Homeric Hymn to Demeter, written in the 7th or 6th century BC, which is explicitly about her being taken away by Hades.

Hesiod is one of the oldest Greek sources that we have, roughly contemporaneous with Homer. We don’t have any earlier sources than this which say ‘hey, Persephone went to Hades because she thought it would be cool’. A lot of people have theorised that this could have been an original, or at least an earlier tradition, but it’s about 60% wishful thinking, 20% misinterpreting evidence (i.e. assuming that Persephone and Demeter used to be aspects of a great mother goddess, which they weren’t) and about 20% conjecture based on actual rational thought (i.e. the fact that the oldest written source we have is about an abduction doesn’t mean that it is the original source; there could be older non-extant written sources or just oral tales which pre-dated writing). It’s not fact.

It’s true that Homer himself never explicitly says that Persephone was abducted - he just describes her as Hades’ wife - but he also doesn’t say that she wasn’t abducted; it could well be that the myth of her abduction was so well known that he had no need to recount it.

It is true that Persephone’s name was Kore, which means ‘maiden’; however, this could be an epithet because she was unmarried. It’s also theorised that it was a euphemism of sorts for when people didn’t want to name Persephone outright; again, this is a theory. Lots of gods had epithets - basically cooler names which underlined some of their core attributes, e.g. Apollo = Loxias, which highlights Apollo’s powers of prophecy. Unlike the post claims, the name ‘Persephone’ does not definitively mean death / destroyer; the etymology is unknown. The ‘death / destroyer’ theory is just one of many, and others are based around ideas of harvest and grain.

The reason Zeus got involved wasn’t just because he was tasked with sorting out justice - it was because he had told Hades ‘hey, you want a wife? Cool! Abduct my daughter, Persephone. Her mum totally won’t mind,’ and then when Persephone’s mother did mind, Zeus was like ‘I fucked up real bad, I should sort this shit out.’ In Ancient Greece, women didn’t have to consent in the same way as we do now. Abduction marriages were actually illegal (or at least very very naughty) but the bride’s consent basically took the form of her father saying ‘you’ll marry this dude, right? Yeah, cool. She’ll marry you, dude.’ Here, Zeus gives Persephone’s consent to Hades by telling Hades that he can marry her - this is why technically she wasn’t exactly abducted, because the necessary consent - her father’s - was given. HOWEVER, let’s not get into Greek law here. She was abducted by our standards.

It is also true that Persephone became a very feared goddess and basically had a great time in the Underworld. She wasn’t exactly more terrible than Hades, though; there are certain myths (e.g. Sisyphus and Orpheus) where she’s the one who says ‘Hades, babe, shall we give this guy a chance to make his way out of the Underworld alive?’ HOWEVER, she did usually do this with the implementation of specific terms, meaning that she had a level of control in proceedings which a lot of other wife goddesses didn’t have over their respective spouses’ spheres. Most mythological canons also give her and Hades a very healthy and monogamous relationship (with the exception of Orphism, which is a bit more iffy on that front) so, disregarding the abduction part of her myth, their marriage was really relatively healthy, even by modern standards. Also, Persephone did not ‘lay the smack down on sinners’, as quoted in the original post - the whole idea of sinners is basically a Christian concept. The Underworld was not Hell. It wasn’t a place for bad people. It was just where the dead went. Tartarus was the place where the really bad guys went to be tortured and shit, and is more indicative of Christian notions of Hell. People weren’t punished in the Underworld. They just went there.

I love the idea of Persephone as a consenting wife of Hades. I am a fan of modern reinterpretations in which she chooses to eat the pomegranate seeds willingly, or where she falls in love with Hades and goes to the Underworld of her own accord. However, these are modern interpretations, based on modern gender politics and ideas of reclamation and representation. I will forever fight for people’s right to reinterpret myths however they like, but this whole idea of the ‘original myth’ of Persephone being devoid of any misogynistic undertones really needs to die. 

I think it also speaks to a worrying argument that in order to empower Persephone, some people need to remove her trauma. Why can’t Persephone be a terrible dread queen of the Underworld and a survivor? Why should her experiences need to be erased in order to make her into a strong woman? If you ask me, she’s already stronger than Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson. I don’t think that the modern need to reframe Persephone as architect of her own descent into the Underworld is necessarily as progressive as others think it is. I think it sends the message that a strong woman always has agency, and I actually think that a better message to send would be that it’s totally possible to lose your agency and still retain your strength, because you define yourself through your own actions, not what is done to you.

tl;dr any post that makes a broad sweeping claim like ‘hey this greek myth was originally like this and u r all wrong’ without any sources is what my tutor would call ‘specious’ and what I call ‘bollocks’.

Children Headcanons

-A little Alpha insisting that their Omega friend wears their jacket all the time and the Omega going along with it but when they ask why the Alpha always wants them to wear it the Alpha just shrugs and responds like, “Dunno, dad always loves it when mom wears his jacket cuz it smells like him, so since I’m gonna marry you, you should wear my jacket and smell like me!” and then being confused why the little Omega is blushing like they hadn’t just declared that they want to get married

-A little Omega being picked up from school by their Alpha parent and their Alpha friend boldly introduces themselves as the Omega’s mate. The Alpha parent plays it cool but later that night they are ranting to their own Omega mate about that “arrogant little punk” and their mate is just like, “He’s seven years old, I don’t think we have much to worry about dear.”

-Shy little Omegas clinging to other little Omegas for comfort in schools and playgroups, always nervously holding hands or gripping each other’s sweater sleeves

-An Alpha and Omega having a play date and getting into a very loud argument so the Omega’s mother comes in to check on them and the little Omega tearfully explains that the Alpha won’t agree to any of the names they chose for their baby. And the mom is trying to understand like, “Baby? Are you guys playing house?” and both the children look at her like she’s an idiot or something before the Alpha very seriously answers like, “No, we’re talking about the baby we’re gonna have when we get married in a couple years…and Sparkles is a stupid name.” thus begins more crying/arguing from the Omega while the mother is just very confused because these children are literally only five years old

-Little Alpha, Beta, and Omega that are all best friends and one day the Omega is asked by another student if they would rather marry the Alpha or the Beta and the Omega replies, “I’m gonna marry them both of course, my mom is married to two Alpha’s so I can marry two people too.” and the Alpha and Beta just nod along like it should’ve been an obvious answer to the question

-A smaller than average Alpha child being very weak and always getting sick, being teased by bigger Alphas at school but their Beta and Omega friends always try to protect them and take care of them

-A little group of friends deciding that they are going to be a pack and all live together someday…the idea falls apart about 15 minutes later though when all the Alpha children start fighting about who would get to be the head Alpha

-A little Alpha wanting to show off how strong they are so they try to pick up their Omega friend…only to be horribly mortified when they stumble and drop their friend on the hard ground. The small Omega being in tears while also desperately trying to comfort the Alpha and assure them they really aren’t hurt at all

Send me a sentence for my muse's reaction!
  • “Why haven’t you proposed to me yet?”
  • “I want to have a baby.”
  • “I think we should take a break.”
  • “You’re too good for me.”
  • “Why don’t you love me anymore?”
  • “I’ve been in love with you since the first time I saw you.”
  • “We can’t do this anymore.”
  • “We can make this work.”
  • “You belong with me. Not him/her.”
  • “I will never forgive you for this.”
  • “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
  • “Are you cheating on me?”
  • “I think we should take our relationship to the next level.”
  • “Do you love me?”
  • “I never meant to hurt you..”
  • ”.. Are you proposing to me?”
  • “I’d rather do hard with you than easy with someone else.”
  • “No one will ever compare to you.”
  • “Do you want to be with me?”
  • “Tell me how you really feel about me.”
  • “Let’s order a movie and not watch it.”
  • “We used to be best friends.”
  • “I want you in every way possible.”
  • “Just.. be with me. Please?”
  • “I want to get married. Right now.”
  • “We should go out on a date. An official one.”
  • “I don’t ever want to see you again.”
  • “He/she will never be you.”
  • “Please don’t leave me.”
  • “Why are you starring at me like that?”
  • “You’re not the person I thought you were.”
  • “I wish I could just forget you.”
  • “We’re going to get caught!”
  • “You ruined everything.”
  • “Just one last kiss and I’ll never bother you again.”
  • “You’re the love of my life.”
  • “I just need some space.”
  • “I just don’t want to hurt you.”
  • “You deserve so much better than me.”
  • “I want to forgive you.. but I can’t.”
  • “I’ll wait for you.”
  • “You’ll always be my baby.”
  • “We’re just not meant to be together.”
  • “Just shut up and kiss me.”
  • “I think we should start going to couples therapy.”
  • “You look at him/her the way I look at you.”
  • “I don’t know how to live without you.”
  • “I can’t lose you. I need you.”
  • “How do I breathe without you?”
  • “I’m never going to let you go.”
What happens in Vegas... - Tom Holland

Word count: 2448

Summery: You wake up after a night in Las Vegas, only to discover you married the one and only Tom Holland 

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4  | Part 5 | Part 6 | Epilogue

A/N: I really hope this makes up for the weekend! I was inspired by Carrie Underwood’s “Last Name”. Please, let me know what you think! It would really mean a lot! If the interest is there, I might make it into a series, so just let me know if you want a part 2! 

I know the ending is lacking a little, but i’m reallly tired, so i’ll just make it a cliffhanger! 


You woke to the sun shining on your face through the window. Your throat was drier than Sahara, and your head was pounding. You fumbled for your phone, and when you looked at the time, you also saw the notifications on your phone.

Your twitter and Instagram had blown up overnight. Like really blown up. There had never been this amount of notifications before. How the hell did this happen?

I don’t know what happened, but there’s a legal document stating that we’re married!” You heard a voice say outside the door. You frowned your brows. When you looked down at your hand, to find a slim golden ring, that you were sure hadn’t been there yesterday. What the shit happened last night?

I did what?” His voice continued. You opened twitter, and quickly gave up on figuring something out based on your notifications. Instead you found a couple of news articles, and several screenshots of a tweet.

“Just married the love of my life, @y/t” and a photo of you in a white dress, kissing the guy who you assumed sent out the tweet. Did you seriously get married to some stranger last night? And apparently someone famous too! At least you got the wild Vegas trip you wanted, you just didn’t expect to get married.

With a sore body, you left the bed. You were only in your underwear, the white dress laying on the floor, and your other clothes were nowhere to be found. You didn’t really feel like wear a wedding dress, so you searched the rest of the floor, and found a white T-shirt, that you quickly put on.

As you walked out of the bedroom, you found the guy standing shirtless, leaning against the kitchen counter. He eyed you, as you walked to him. You spotted the matching ring on his finger, and sighed internally.

“Haz, I gotta go. I’ll call you later” He hung up the phone, and sent you an awkward smile. “Hi. Ehm. So. We got married last night. It was a mistake, uh. I was very drunk, and I’m guessing that you were as well. I think we might have slept together, but I’m not sure, and this is going to sound really bad, but I don’t remember your name”

“it’s y/n. I didn’t plan on getting married to a stranger, yet alone a famous one, so there’s that. What do we do? Can’t we just get an annulment? Or a divorce or something?” You asked. You knew your parents was going to be so mad if they found out that you got married in Vegas.

“About that. I kinda told the whole world we got married, and my agent thinks it would be bad for my reputation to get a divorce. It would apparently be, and I quote “a PR nightmare”, and I don’t want that” He explained, and you were a bit shocked.

“You want us to stay married? Are you serious?” You couldn’t believe it. Why would you want to do that? “Yes. Just for a couple of months! Maybe a year. It’s my agents idea, and I thinks it’s kinda stupid, but Marvel don’t really like the idea of damaging my reputation if we can help it. So yeah. Sorry” He apologized, and you could feel yourself getting angry. Who the hell was he to think, that he could decide that?

“I don’t want to be married to you! I don’t know you! Hell, I don’t even know my own last name right now. I’m not going to stay married to you, just to help your career! Who exactly do you think you are?” You were definitely angry now. He was about to say something, as your phone rang. Before he could speak, you answered the phone.

“Y/n! I just got off the phone with Tom Holland’s manager. He told me what happened. How you got married in Vegas, congratulations on that by the way” He told you. You prayed that he could help you out with the divorce part.

“Oh thank god! I don’t want to be married, to that arrogant prick. So please, tell you can get an annulment!” You watched the annoyed expression on Tom’s face, but you just rolled your eyes at him.

“Yeah, I don’t think we should do that. Netflix just offered you a role in a new series. Mostly because of the news of you getting married. It would be great for your career!” No-no-no-no-no! This could not be happening!

“Are you kidding me? Why on earth would I want to do that?!” you yelled into the phone. “Well, look at it as an opportunity! Mr. Holland is a very international name, and being with him, could mean you get your big break”

“And before you say anything, Ellen wants you on her show. Don’t turn it down. This might be your only chance” You manager continued, and you just wanted to smash something.

“You can tell Holland’s manager that I want a contract, if we’re staying married” You said before hanging up. You glared at your new husband. This couldn’t possibly end well.

“So I’m guessing we’re married. Look at it positively. You’ll get famous quite fast now” He smirked, and you just wanted to slap the smile of his face.

“Oh please. This is strictly business, okay? I don’t care if we slept together last night, but I won’t happen again. I’ll play the part in public, but other than that I don’t care about you” You said coldly. You didn’t like him. He seemed so arrogant. Who gave him the right to think he was so much better than you?

“That goes both ways. Maybe we should get to know each other, and maybe agree on what we’re telling the public. Do we pretend that we know everything about each other, and that we just kept our relationship hidden? Or do we play it off as a love at first sight thing?” His voice was, is possible, colder than yours.

“Love at first sight. Then I don’t have to spend that much time getting to know you. At least not right now” You glared at him, really wishing you weren’t wearing his shirt. It just seemed wrong, and if he claimed It back, you would feel very exposed.

“Great! If you just give me my shirt back, I’ll leave. I don’t really want to be here anyway” You took the shirt off, and almost instantly the annoyed look in his eyes disappeared. His eyes went down your body, up again, only to go down once more, and then stop at your bra.

“Hey jerk. My eyes are up here” You threw the shirt in his face, and you turned on your hell and walked towards the bedroom again. It gave you some satisfaction, knowing he was staring. At least in this way you were better than him, and you were going to let him know. It didn’t take long before you heard the door slam shut.

***

A couple of days had passed. You had been so busy with phone calls, from your family, your friends and even journalists too. You had gotten the script for your new role, so when you hadn’t been on the phone, you had been learning your lines. For short moments, you had happily forgotten you had to play the role of Tom Holland’s wife as well. You sat down on the couch, mentally preparing for the interview. This was your first real interview.

“So, we’re here with Tom Holland and y/n y/l/n! Or do you prefer Holland?” The host asked, and you quickly looked over at Tom, who was casually sitting with his arm around you. “Both actually. As an actor, I want to be my own person, so there I prefer just my own name. But in every other situation, I very much prefer Holland” You gave the biggest smile you could, and looked back at the host.

“That’s so sweet. So let’s get right to the question everyone’s been asking. How long have you been together?” The host leaned forward a little, and you looked at Tom as he started to answer.

“Well, Darling. How long have we been married?” He looked at you, and your faces was suddenly so close to each other, and you forced a giggle. “4 days” You said, keeping your eyes locked on his, until he looked back at the host. “We’ve known each other for 4 days” He said, still smiling wide.

“What?! This is unexpected news! So you guys didn’t know each other before getting married?” The host looked at you with wide eyes, and a slightly open mouth.

“Kind of. We ran into each other in the afternoon. I had just gotten the part in the new series, and I wanted to celebrate. Then I met Tom” You glanced at him again, trying to seem in love. “He spilled a glass of water on me, and when I looked into his eyes, I just couldn’t look away” You continued.

“I’ve never been the type, to just fall in love, but there was just this instant connection. Everything just felt so right. It was really spontaneous, we can both admit that” He laughed, and you decided to continue.

“There was just something so beautiful about the love. I think we both wanted to have it to ourselves, just for a minute. We didn’t tell our family, we didn’t tell our friends. We got a dress, a suit. Then we got married” You carefully bit your lip nervously. “You didn’t tell your family?” The host asked, a bit astonished.

“No. It was some very awkward phone calls the following day. I think the word stupid was used a couple of times” Tom answered. The interview went on with you talking about the wedding, and just a bit about your new projects.

***

You were already hating this day. The interview was hard getting through, but now you still had to go on a date with Tom. You had to be seen out in public, preferably kissing. As you stood in front of the mirror, applying your favourite lipstick, you thought about how you were going to survive tonight.

You looked at the time. He was going to be here in 2 minutes, so in your opinion he should’ve been here 3 minutes ago. You absolutely hated when people were late, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he was. He was rude, and arrogant, so he was probably also late.

There was a knock on the door, and you were actually a bit surprised. You went to open the door, to find him leaning against the doorframe, looking at his phone. Impatient could be added to list as well. He looked up at you, and once again his eyes scanned you, causing you to smirk.

“As annoying as you are, you are still hot. So as long as you keep your mouth shut, I might actually survive tonight” He smiled, and you rolled your eyes, as you walked out to lock the door to your apartment.

“You’re just so charming, I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have married you” You said, you voice dripping with sarcasm. You followed him to the car, and he quickly started driving to the cinema. You were going to see one of your movies. Well, it wasn’t your movie, but you did have a minor role in it. It was a dancing movie, and you were a backup dancer. You were on screen a lot, but you didn’t really have any lines.

As you got to the cinema, you found you seats. Your fingers were intertwined. As soon as the lights dimmed, all physical contact stopped. You didn’t focus much on the movie, instead you looked around to see what everyone else thought. You had seen it a couple of times already, so there was nothing new in it for you.

You reached a scene with a little sexier dance. You weren’t wearing much clothes in the scene. You always looked away in this scene, not because you were embarrassed, but because it was very strange seeing yourself be so sexually powerful.

As you glanced at Tom, you saw him smiling, and he started biting his lips. He didn’t realize you were staring, which make you smirk. The scene was definitely turning him on, and you couldn’t help laughing to yourself. He was such a jerk, but apparently all it took was a dance. This could definitely be used as torture. It was going to be some long months, so you might as well find something to entertain yourself with.

After the movie ended, and you walked out of the cinema, there were a lot of paparazzi. This was it, now was the time for your grand kiss. He was holding your hand, leading you to the car. He opened the door for you, and before you could prepare, he put his lips on yours.

You wanted to push him away, but you also knew you had to make it seem real. You put your hands behind his neck, and deepened the kiss a bit. You tried to imagine him as some other actor, but none of your tries really worked. After a while he pulled back, and you got in the car. He got in on the other side, and started driving.

“some of the paparazzi followed us, so if it okay with you, I’ll come up with you. I’ll sleep on the couch. I’ll be gone, before you’re up tomorrow” He said awkwardly, as he looked at you.

“Sure, I don’t care” You shrugged your shoulders, and in silence you walked up to the apartment. “Do you think we should move in together? To make it more believable. I got 2 bedrooms, so it wouldn’t be a problem” He stated, and you were once again rolling your eyes.

“So do i. We could just as well move here” You answered, as you opened the door. “Maybe we should talk about this some other day. I’m tired, and I really don’t have the energy to argue with you” He sat on the couch, and you mentally cursed at him. The moron didn’t take off his shoes.

“Since you’re here, do mind unzipping my dress? And taking your shoes off” You smiled ironically, as you walked towards him, turning your back against him.

“Sure” He sighed, slowly unzipping your dress, letting it fall down. You could’ve done it yourself, but you liked teasing him. He could be as mean as he wanted, but he couldn’t take his eyes off your matching black bra and panties.

  • *Sun makes a lame post-coital joke with Blake*
  • Sun’s Left Brain: Dude, what are you doing?! We’re blowing this!
  • Sun’s Right Brain: Well, what were we supposed to say?! We don’t know what made her like us in the first place!
  • LB!Sun: Fine, fine. Just calm down. Hard part’s over. As long as she doesn’t throw us any curveballs, I think we’re good.
  • Blake: So...what should we do now?
  • LB!Sun: FUCK!
  • RB!Sun: What the hell is she talking about?! What comes after sex?!
  • LB!Sun: I don’t know! All the dating sims just go to credits at this point!
  • RB!Sun: Well, she asked us a question, so we have to say something!
  • LB!Sun: Look...just say anything!
  • RB!Sun: Anything?!
  • LB!Sun: ANYTHING! Just...say it with confidence.
  • RB!Sun: Eh, alright! Here goes nothing!
  • Sun: We should get married.
  • LB!Sun: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!
  • RB!Sun: What?! You said “Say anything”!
  • LB!Sun: ANYTHING EXCEPT THAT, OBVIOUSLY!
  • RB!Sun: I’M SORRY, I DON’T DO WELL UNDER PRESSURE!
  • LB!Sun: *sighs* You know what? It’s fine. We’ll play it off as a joke. No harm done.
  • Blake: *crying tears of joy* Yes! Let’s do it!
  • LB!Sun: YOU FOOL! YOU’VE DOOMED US ALL!!!
  • RB!Sun: Hey, she seems pretty happy about it! Maybe she knows something we don’t!
  • Blake’s Left Brain: BITCH! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU SAY YES?!?!
  • Blake’s Right Brain: I DON’T KNOOOOOOWW!!!
Why I LOVED the Fairy Tail Ending:

The fact that Mashima took the time to allude the very beginnings, middles, and the continuation of their relationship made perfect sense to me. He dragged her away, in the very same way he dragged her (literally) back to Fairy Tail THREE TIMES (now four), and told her they’d always be together. 

I’ve stated millions of times that the reason I love Fairy Tail, and all stories, is that everything is up to the reader’s interpretation unless explicitly noted. The statement “We’ll always be together” means different things each person, and I feel it suits their relationship. No matter what Natsu, Happy, and Lucy will always be together. To exclude Happy would be one of the worst things Mashima could do, he’s as a part of their family as Lucy is. 

I loved the ending of Fairy Tail because Nalu wasn’t overly forced. The ending wasn’t a cliche kiss or wedding (and I am the queen of loving cliches don’t get me wrong), but it was so NALU. To expect Natsu to suddenly be making out and having babies with Lucy would be completely out of character for him (and out of character for Lucy to be honest. She comes off experienced and totally all about it, but I see through her facade). Romance isn’t all about kisses, getting married, and having children. Sometimes it’s the little things, instead of the big things, that the author sprinkles throughout the series that make the ship what it is. We’ve all made lists about our favorite Nalu moments, and why we love them, and it’s very clear that those should still all be taken into account despite how upset many of you are about the ending. (I’m not going to share all of these moments because this post is already getting too long)

A house isn’t just four walls and one room. It’s got to have a firm foundation to build upon, otherwise it will ultimately fail and collapse. Despite how long this series has been going on, I feel that Mashima leaving this as an open ending was his way of setting the foundation for their future relationship. By this I mean this first series for Fairy Tail in general, and their series of moments throughout the series. 

My final thoughts on this: Mashima himself tweeted awhile ago that he still had various projects in the works for Fairy Tail after this main story ends. This would include the continuation of the anime in 2018 I would assume, and whatever else it includes is still up in the air. So while many questions may still seem unanswered right now, the fact that he left it as an open ending is actually to his benefit. It leaves him with more space to grow and continue the series if wishes to in the future. 

I will end this post with my way of saying a big THANK YOU!! to not only Hiro Mashima for providing a wonderful story, but to everyone who has included me so kindly in this fandom. I have appreciated every single one of you, and I will continue to contribute as much as I can to the fandom even though the series is technically over. Have an absolutely beautiful day <3

Love Potion Starters

Brewing:

  • “Ugh, is it suppose to smell like that?”
  • “Smelling this feel like I just snorted sugar.”
  • “This better work.”
  • “Does this smell like love potion to you?”
  • “Hey, I think you might be burning something on the stove.”
  • “Hey, what’s this? Can I try?”
  • “Wait, where’d the little bottle go?”
  • “Please tell me that’s not what I think it is.”
  • “You mind tasting this… No Wait!”
  • “This is going to end badly, you know?”
  • “Who has time for confessing, this is much faster.”
  • “Are you sure using generic ingredients is the best for this type of thing?”
  • “Did you just taste your own potion?”
  • “Quickly look up and see what happens if you accidentally taste your own love potion please.”
  • “Why is this so complicated?”
  • “I don’t understand why a love potion would even need this kind of ingredient.”
  • “Do you think if you drank your own love potion, you would learn to love yourself?”

Giving/Taking: 

  • “Why do you have a squirt gun and why is it filled with pink?”
  • “This lemonade is nice and also I love you.”
  • “This tea is amazing, we should get married.”
  • “What was in that taco sauce anyway?”
  • “Ugh, what was in that?”
  • “It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that you’ve never made me anything edible before.”
  • “Wait, which one was your cup again?”
  • “Wait that’s not ketchup–”
  • “This has an, uh, interesting flavor.”
  • “The secret ingredient is love.”
  • “I made this Valentine chocolate just for you. Really put my heart into it”
  • “This smells like feet and garlic, I’m not drinking this.”
  • “What is this? I’m not gonna let you use me as a guinea pig again. Not after last time.”
  • “No thank you, maybe later.”
  • “Why do you keep shoving this in my face?”
  • “Why can’t you just try it?”
  • “Just one bite and I’ll leave you alone.”
  • “Is this a love potion?”
  • “I know exactly what this is and I’m offended you think I wouldn’t.”

Aftermath: 

  • “It’s the antidote, I swear!”
  • “It won’t affect me anyway.”
  • “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
  • “Will you marry me?”
  • “Was it supposed to do that?”
  • “Wow, I hate you so much right now.”
  • “It wasn’t suppose to work like this.”
  • “It was suppose to make you love me, not lose everything else about you.”
  • “Look at them, is this what you really wanted?”
  • “You could have just talked to me you know?!”
  • “In my defense, it wasn’t suppose to make you throw up.”
  • “How was I supposed to know you were allergic?!”
  • “So let me get this straight, you accidentally ingested a love potion that you made yourself?”
  • “I like being in love with you!”
  • “I knew they didn’t like me, anyway.”
  • “I’m not sorry.”
  • “I’m sorry.”
  • “You’re such an idiot, you didn’t need a potion to make me love you.”
  • “Love potions don’t work when a person is already in love.”
  • “I love you!”
  • “I didn’t need a potion to see how beautiful you are.”
  • “No potion in the world could match up to the love I already feel for you.”
  • “How can I ever trust you again?”
  • “Leave me and never come back!”
  • “I just wanted to you love me the way that I love you.”
  • Draco: Would you want to get married?
  • Hermione: Well, I didn't, didn't think that was an option.
  • Draco: What if it was an option?
  • Hermione: Why? What? Do you want to get married?
  • Draco: I wouldn't mind being married to you. Would you mind being married to me?
  • Hermione: No, no, not, not if that's what you wanted. I mean, is, is that what you want?
  • Draco: I want you. So, ok.
  • Hermione: So really, we're, we're getting married?
  • Draco: We're getting married. Should we get you a diamond?
  • Hermione: No. No. Just get me a really big library.
Haikyuu!! boys on first dates
Haikyuu!! boys on first dates

Hinata: Kageyama thanks for taking me on this really romantic date. And to top it all off with sitting on the hillside and watching the stars, you know Kageyama, I-
Kageyama: I need to pee is there a bathroom anywhere around here
Hinata: Way to ruin the moment

Daichi: So your profile listed your hobbies as, uh, me.
Sugawara: You know it
Daichi: How can you… have you been stalking me?

Kuroo: So, do you come here often?
Tsukishima: No. Never. I travelled hours to see you. Why would I come here often?

Oikawa: Can you believe that it took us this long to go on a date, Iwaizumi?
Iwaizumi: This is our wedding. We’re getting married. What the hell are you talking about?
Oikawa: All those years waiting for you to take me on a date. Wow.

Nishinoya: Where should we go on our first date? What about an amusement park? Or the movie theatre? Or maybe we should-
Asahi: These all sound like things you’re too small to get in to and you need an adult looking person around to get in to
Nishinoya: Nuh uh
Asahi: Are you dating me to get in to R rated movies
Nishinoya: …..maybe

Akaashi: Bokuto-san the whole point of a petting zoo is that you’re supposed to pet the animals
Bokuto: There was absolutely nothing on the farm that said you can’t take the animals home
Akaashi: Look, I can understand you trying to get away with stealing a hamster, you literally tried to hide a goat in your backpack
Bokuto: Yeah, so? He wanted to come with me.
Akaashi: You were leading him on with a handful of food
Bokuto: WELL AT LEAST SOMEBODY WANTED TO HOLD MY HAND

Mattsun: So, date, where are we going?
Makki: It’s 2017 Mattsun everyone just @#:$’s on the first date now.
Mattsun: Oh. Well. Yeah okay. Okay I’ll give you that one.
Makki: I don’t know what you expected off of grindr
Mattsun: Look don’t think about it

First Night

Part Three to Nap Date.
Find Part Two here!
(Also this picture is perfect, messing with his ring and the fucking water bottle)

Today was the day. Finally the day that Shawn and Y/n confessed their love in front of all their friends and families. 

She stood in a white dress, tearful eyes as he poured his heart out to her. 
He stood in a black tux, holding her hands as she poured her heart out. 

But now the wedding is over, and the reception is being cleaned up. They are being kicked out by his mother. 

“Go, leave please.” Karen pushes her son out of the ballroom. 

“Look we found him, now leave.” Her bridesmaids push Y/n into Shawn. 

Her heels catch the rug on the ground and she starts to fall. Shawn rushes, pushing his arms out, catching her before she can hit the ground. 

“Shawn?” She asks looking up at him, the look of horror she just felt from almost falling still in her eyes.

“No I’m superman.” He grins.

“You’re my superman.” She smiles brightly at him.

“Forever.” He winks, standing her up right. 

“So I’m being told that we have to leave.” She says looking over at her bridesmaids that are cleaning up the reception hall.

“Yeah me too.” He says looking over at his mom who is glaring at him. 

“I feel like I haven’t seen you at all tonight.” She sighs leaning against him. 

“You’ve got me now, and for the next week. By ourselves.” He whispers in her ear. 

“That sounds like heaven.” She smiles up at him.

“Good, are you ready?” He asks digging his keys out of his pocket.

“I gotta pee, and get out of this dress.” She says looking down at her white dress.

“Shawn take her back to the house, they just closed the bathroom. Change and leave the dress on Shawn’s old bed, I’ll make sure it gets taken care of.” Karen says handing him a key to the house.

“Thanks mom, ready babe?” He smiles.

“How far is the house from here?”

“Like 10 maybe 15 minutes?” Shawn shrugs.

“Okay.” She smiles. 

He helps her out of the venue and into his jeep, smiling as she tugs all of her dress into the jeep. 

“Hey.” He says staring at her, taking her hand once he gets in himself.

“Hey.” She smiles. 

“You are so damn pretty.” He whispers kissing her knuckles. 

“Stop.” She blushes and looks away. 

“Look at me.” He pulls her hand over to him. She leans over the console. “God you are gorgeous.” He says staring into her eyes. 

“You are too sweet.” She whispers back. 

“I love you, so damn much. You have no idea.” He bites his bottom lip.

“Hey.” She grabs hold of his chin. “Let me do that.” She smirks and his eyes go wide. He leans in and kisses her lips, breathing her in. She takes his bottom lip between her teeth, until a knock wraps on the window causing them to jump apart.

“Fucks sake.” Shawn mumbles, unrolling his window. “What?” He asks.

“Look you guy have got to leave or you’ll miss your flight, you also forgot the tickets.” Geoff says handing the tickets over.

“Jesus, it’s like you guys are kicking us onto the plane. Can I not kiss my wife for a second.” Shawn sasses. 

She sits there grinning like a lunatic, waving at Geoff before he walks away. Shawn rolls the window back up and looks over at her, noticing her smile.

“What?” He asks, laughing at her.

“You’re wife?” She smiles wider, if possible.

“Come ‘ere.” He grins kissing her again. “My wife.” He mumbles against her lips, causing her to smile again. 

“My husband.” She mumbles back. 

“God that sounds so good rolling off your tongue.” He groans pulling away and driving back to his childhood home. Holding her hand the whole car ride back, smiling at the thought of her by his side for the rest of his life. 

“Shawn?” She looks over at him, catching his attention.

“Yeah?” He asks looking over at her a little bit.

“I really have to pee, can you go any faster?” She asks with pleading eyes.

“Shit sorry. Lil distracted.” He says pushing down on the gas pedal. 

“With what?” She questions turning towards him, resting her elbows on the console.

“You, over there, looking like that.” He smirks. 

“Cheesy Mendes.” She laughs, turning back to the front.

“No it’s truth, Mendes.” He says smiling at her. She looks over and her face falls.

“Aw shit, you mean I’m a Mendes now too?” She teases. He laughs and shakes his head.

“You’re mean.” He laughs, parking his jeep on the street. He gets out and runs over to help her and her big ass dress out. “Hey.” He pulls her back to him, pushing her against the jeep. “You’re a Mendes, for the rest of your life.” He cups her cheeks in his hands.

“Good, that’s what I want.” She stares into his eyes.

“Good.” He nods. He leans in and kisses her. She ducks his kisses walking away. “Hey.” He calls.

“Shawn I have to pee.” She whines.

“Damn it I keep forgetting.” He says rushing to the door, grabbing her hand and pulling her with him. 

“Ahh Shawn.” She giggles as he fumbles with the keys. He finally unlocks the door, letting her in. 

She rushes to the bathroom and closes the door as he walks around to the kitchen, grabbing a muffin and taking a bite.

“Ohh give me a bite.” She says grabbing his arm. He holds his hand up, so she can’t reach it.

“I thought you were peeing.”

“I need help with my dress, give me a bite I’m starving.” She glares at him. He smiles and gives her a bite, pushing her back to the bathroom. She turns around and let’s him start to untie the corset of her dress. She leans her head back and opens her mouth for another bite. He lets her have another bite and goes back to untying her dress. 

“Hurry!” She bounces on her toes.

“Sorry, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.” He says trying to get it undone. “What the fuck.” He grumbles starting to pull on lose ties. Finally he grabs the right one and pulls opening the back of her dress. It drops to the ground and he helps her step out of it. Leaving her in her slip. 

“Thank god.” She pushes him out. 

“Babe did you bring a change of clothes.” 

“Shit I think I forgot them at the venue.” She calls, washing her hands. “Can I borrow something?” She asks opening the door. 

“I think you can just wear that.” He grins, wiggling his eyebrows at her. 

“Shut up.” She hits his chest. “What about you, gonna wear your tux on the plane.” 

“I’ll change.” He nods following her up to his room. “I’m not sure what I have in here still, if you don’t find anything just steal something from Liyah, we’ll explain later.” He says grabbing his clothes and walking to the bathroom.

“You can change in front of me you know.” She says leaning against his closet door. 

“I know, but you’re not the only one that has to pee.” He winks at her, closing the door. 

She starts rummaging through his closet, pulling his green flannel out and in search of pants. 

Sadly he doesn’t have anything that will fit her so she wanders over to Aaliyah’s room. She grabs a pair of black yoga pants and leaves a note on her desk to explain. 

She changes quickly borrowing a pair of Aaliyah’s Nike’s. 

“Hey.” She meets him in the hall, as they both exit the rooms at the same time.

“That’s my flannel.” He smiles.

“Yeah you said I could borrow something.” She says pointing at his door.

“That’s my favorite one, it looks good on my favorite person.”

“Jesus you’re so cheesy.” She pushes his shoulder.

“We gotta go.” He says taking her hand and leading her back to the jeep. He locks up and she texts Aaliyah letting her know that she stole her shoes and pants. 

“Wanna stop by McDonalds?” He asks driving away.

“Yes please, I’m so hungry.” She says leaning her head back. 

“We paid so much for everyone to eat tonight and we didn’t even get to eat anything.”

“I know. The only cake I had was what you smashed in my face.” She smiles at him.

“That was pretty good.” He laughs placing a hand on her thigh.

“It was so rude, it went up my nose.”

“You got me back, it was in my ear.” He laughs.

“I know, there’s still some there.” She reaches over and wipes her thumb over his ear, collecting the frosting on her finger. “Gross.” She says looking for a place to clean her thumb off. 

*

Their seated on the plane, she’s resting her head on his shoulder and he’s got a hand on her thigh.

“You should wear flannel more often.” He whispers. 

“Why?” She laughs at his randomness.

“You look good in flannel.” He shrugs. “Especially mine.” 

“You think I look good in all of your clothes.” She looks up at him.

“You do.” He smiles.

“Can you believe that we got married today.” She whispers resting her head back on his shoulder. He pulls her a little closer.

“I know, you’re my wife now. Not just my girlfriend but my wife.” 

“I could get used to hearing that.”

“My wife.” He smiles, kissing the top of her head.

“Oh hi, this is my husband Shawn.” She laughs sitting up to look at him. 

“Meet my wife, Y/n.” He smiles looking at her. 

Y/n Mendes.” She points at him. 

“Mhmm.” He nods smiling. 

“Shawn and Y/n Mendes.” He says out loud. 

“Mr and Mrs Mendes.” She grins. 

“That sounds so good.” He leans forward kissing her. 

“What am I wearing tonight?” She asks pulling away.

“You’ll see.” He smiles.

“Are you wearing your boxers?” She asks giggling. He rolls his eyes.

“Yes, I like em.” He nods. 

“Good.” She laughs. 

“Oh god, I didn’t realize it and walked around to grab my phone and Andrew and Geoff were there and when I walked out they laughed so hard.” He says leaning his head back. 

“Oh god.” She laughs, hiding her face into his shoulder. 

“I turned around and was like ‘what?’ you know I was already nervous and them laughing at me didn’t help. Andrew waved me off but Geoff stood up, getting another drink and goes, ‘Y/n really does own that ass huh?’ I was so confused. That’s when I remembered you picked out my boxers and I ran back to the room to look in the mirror.” 

“I thought it was funny.” She laughs looking up at him. 

“Yeah totally, walking around in my boxers with ‘Y/n owns this ass.’ on the butt. Real funny.” He hides his laugh. 

“I couldn’t help it.” She tries to contain her giggles. “I was just gonna get you regular boxers with like a kiss mark on the hip but then I saw the option to make your own saying and couldn’t help myself.” 

“Thanks for that.” He grins, still trying to hold back his own laugh. 

“I mean it’s true.” She shrugs. 

“True.” Shawn finally laughs. 

They finally contain their laughs and stare at each other. 

“God I got so lucky.” Shawn shakes his head. She snorts and looks away. “Did you just snort?” He asks laughing.

“I mean were married now, you’re trapped, I can completely be me.” She smiles.

“Were you hiding things from me?” He playfully glares at her. 

“Shawn, we live together. I think you’ve seen everything you can see.” She says poking his cheek. 

“I’m so excited for the rest of my life.” He smiles, kissing her nose.

“Let’s get started.” She smiles leaning up to kiss him. 

*Part Four?*

BIG FAT DOMESTICITY QUESTIONS MEME (ETA: I ADDED SOME MORE)

Do we all agree that thinking about your ship being domestic is hnnnnnng? Ok. And I want to do an askbox meme. But I don’t like all the questions from the two usual domesticity memes. SO I compiled both, reorganized the questions, took away repeats, tweaked some of them, and added more questions that I thought of, and you should feel free to reblog or message me with more questions to add to the list, and then also ask me ships with a question’s number and we can all drown in domestic feelings.
Because domesticity, is why.

  1. how did they first kiss?
  2. who flirts more?
  3. how did the relationship start?
  4. how did they start living together? do they move? how do they choose the place?
  5. do they have roommates?
  6. do they get married (or equivalent)?
  7. do they have kids?
  8. do they have pets?
  9. do they act different in public and at home?
  10. big spoon/little spoon?
  11. sleeping habits?
  12. favorite non-sexual activity?
  13. favorite sexual activity?
  14. how often do they have sex?
  15. what habits of the other drives them crazy?
  16. how often do they fight?
  17. most trivial thing they fight over?
  18. who uses all the hot water?
  19. who does most of the cleaning?
  20. what do they watch on tv and do they fight for the remote?
  21. who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working?
  22. who answers the phone?
  23. who steals the blankets?
  24. who remembers things?
  25. who does the groceries?
  26. who cooks normally?
  27. who leaves their stuff lying everywhere?
  28. what kind of stuff can be found around their place?
  29. what do their cupboards or shelves look like?
  30. what does their closet(s) look like?
  31. what do they do when they’re away from each other?
  32. do they have nicknames or pet names for each other?
  33. how do they refer to the other in public? how do other people refer to the other? (i.e. “my partner”, “ask your father”, "dad and papa", "how’s your wife?“, etc)
  34. who is more likely to pay for dinner?
  35. how often do they go on dates?
  36. typical date night? out or at home?
  37. do they celebrate birthdays, valentine’s day, anniversaries?
  38. what would they get each other for gifts?
  39. how do they spend christmas and new year’s (or equivalent family gatherings)?
  40. who cusses more?
  41. what would they do if the other one was hurt?
  42. what are little gestures they do for each other?
  43. do they know how the other takes their coffee/tea?
  44. do they feel they see each other enough, or do they have activities that take too much of their time?
  45. do they friend/follow each other on facebook/tumblr/livejournal/skype/etc?
  46. (added) morning routine?
  47. how do they make up after a fight?

emma-blackthron  asked:

Why would Malcolm take Jem and Tessa's word when they weren't even born when Annabelle is "taken from him"? Blaming Magnus makes more sense, since Magnus was alive and most likely knew if Malcolm and Annabelle. Also, how does Jem not know Annabelle isn't an Iron Sister? Or is becoming a Iron Sister like becoming a Silent Brother where they choose another name? Like how Jem is/was Brother Zachariah.

Hi,

I was initially very confused by this question because of course Malcolm didn’t hear about Annabel becoming an Iron Sister from Jem or Tessa – as you say, they weren’t alive then. So I went through Lady Midnigh and I think you are referring to these passages in Lady Midnight, though Jem isn’t mentioned:

Lies?” Malcolm’s voice rose. “You want to talk about lies? They lied to me about Annabel. They said she had become an Iron Sister. All of them told me the same lie: Magnus, Catarina, Tessa. It was from a faerie I found out that they had lied. From a faerie I learned what had really happened to Annabel. By then she was long dead. The Blackthorns, murdering their own!”

“They told me she’d become an Iron Sister. All of them lied to me—Magnus, Catarina, Ragnor, Tessa—corrupted by Shadowhunters, drawn in by their lies! And I, oblivious, grieving  for her, until finally I found out the truth—”

And then here, Jem talks to Emma about Malcolm:

Jem turned back toward her, the light of sympathy in his dark eyes. “We heard everything from Magnus. He told us that you were the one who killed Malcolm,” he said. “That must have been hard. You knew him. It’s not like killing demons.”
“I knew him,” Emma said. “At least, I thought I did.”
“We knew him too. Tessa was heartbroken to hear that Malcolm believed that we all lied to him. Concealed from him that Annabel was not an Iron Sister, but was dead, murdered by her family. We believed the story, but he died thinking we all knew the truth. What a betrayal that must have felt like.”
“It’s strange to think he was your friend. Though I guess he was our friend too.”
“People are more than one thing. Warlocks, no less. I would not even hesitate to say that Malcolm once did much good, before he did evil. It is one of the great lessons of growing up, learning that people can do both.”

My guess, and I apologize if I’m wrong, is that you’re expanding Malcolm’s statements to mean: “They lied to me about Annabel. They said she had become an Iron Sister. All of them told me the same lie: Magnus, Catarina, Tessa. They were the first people to tell me what happened to Annabel. They are all very responsible and very involved in what happened with Annabel and with me.”

None of that is true, though. 

It isn’t like Malcolm’s warlock friends were the ones who broke the news to him that Annabel joined the Iron Sisters. They didn’t. You’ll find out more about what happened with Annabel, the Clave, the Iron Sisters, and Malcolm in LOS but Malcolm was told the lie about Annabel joining the Iron Sisters by the Clave and Annabel’s family (and even though he didn’t like them, he wouldn’t have thought the truth was that they’d murdered her instead. That is extreme and not the sort of thing anyone would assume.) 

Everyone but a very few people in the government and Annabel’s family believed she had joined the Iron Sisters and they had good reasons to believe it. But Malcolm thinks his friends should have known better than to repeat the lie (that they didn’t know was a lie.) Malcolm felt betrayed by Tessa, Magnus, Catarina, and Ragnor specifically because he thinks they might have had inside information, since all of them are warlocks who have been known to associate closely with Shadowhunters, and Tessa was even married to one.

Malcolm is being unreasonable. He is like someone who found out his wife is cheating and so gets rid of all of his friends because “"they probably knew about it” even though they didn’t. But then Malcolm is also willing to punish the Blackthorns of 200 years ago by killing the Blackthorns of today so we should not look to him for logic, just rage and betrayal.

Iron Sisters do take on other names, just like Silent Brothers do. That is why they have similar sounding names, and why none of them is introduced with a last name. They are extremely secretive; there’s no reason to believe that Jem would know who any of them had been before they renounced their old lives. Diana actively sought out that information, but there’s no reason Jem or anyone else would have done so: why would they be checking up on Malcolm’s ex-girlfriend? There was no reason to do that when he thought she had voluntarily become an Iron Sister and by the time found out she hadn’t, he didn’t need them to check on it, and didn’t tell them anyway.

Malcolm probably does blame Magnus but that is because Malcolm blames everyone friendly with Shadowhunters, not because Malcolm has any logical reason to blame any of these people, half of whom weren’t born when Annabel was killed. Just because Malcolm is angry that Tessa and the others believed the official story (which he told them!) that Annabel had become an Iron Sister rather than magically figuring out it hadn’t happened that way doesn’t mean they were responsible for the lie in the first place. They have next to nothing to do with the whole business. They just happen to be who Malcolm and Diana are discussing in this one scene.

           “Does it need to be resized or something?”

           “Hm? Oh, no.” Steve answered, looking up from his hands. He’d been staring intently down at them for a while. More specifically, he’d been fiddling with the thick, glittering band wrapped around his finger.

           “Is it stuck?” Tony prodded, “I assumed you hadn’t been taking it off because you liked it…”

           “It’s not stuck.” Steve replied, and went back to gazing at his hand and twisting the ring around. Tony squinted his eyes, as if doing so would somehow give him a clearer picture of what was on Steve’s mind.

           “Do you like it?” Maybe it was too ostentatious? The ring was made of a vibranium alloy –specifically designed to withstand Steve’s violent lifestyle- and studded all around with gemstones, which were set deep into the metal so they didn’t pop out every time Steve slammed it into some bad guy’s jaw. Tony was trying his best not to go too overboard with everything, the ring, the proposal, the wedding that was fast approaching, but maybe it was still too much. Frankly, if Tony thought he could get away with it he’d have put the hope diamond on Steve’s finger. He’d have given him the moon.

           Steve just smiled and shook his head, and Tony couldn’t tell if it meant of course I love it, what a stupid thing to ask, or why on earth did you give me this gaudy eyesore.

           “I’ve just been thinking.” Steve said, finally, “I’m trying to figure out how to ask for something.”

           Tony sighed, relieved that there was no crisis, and closed the distance between them. He pressed himself against Steve’s broad chest, wrapped his arms loosely around his waist and smiled reassuringly.

           “Honey, you don’t have to be so embarrassed about asking for things.” Tony said, gazing up into Steve’s eyes, “First of all, you hardly ever ask me for anything, and when you do it’s usually some kind of wonderful, exciting sex thing and I am pleasantly surprised… If this is another sex thing then, god, I mean that’s… you’re so… I’m getting sidetracked. Second, no, third, I will almost certainly give you whatever you want because, as I’ve said before, I love to give you things. I wish you’d let me buy you more- and I know you say you don’t need anything but that’s not really the point of the exercise. I’m getting sidetracked again. I’m just saying if the moon was for sale…”

           Steve laughed. Tony felt him relax a little, and couldn’t resist leaning up for a kiss, which Steve seemed more than happy to give him.

           “It’s not a thing, exactly.” He said, when they pulled apart, “And you can say no.”

           “I know.”

           Steve took a breath, “When we get married…” Steve smiled brightly when he said the words get married, and Tony was reminded again exactly why he’d decided to do this terrifying thing, “I wanted to take your name.”

           Tony was taken aback. That wasn’t a possibility he’d actually considered. “You mean, legally? Changing your name?”

           “I know it’s a little old fashioned.” Steve admitted, his brow furrowing, “I just think when two people get married they should have the same last name. It feels… normal, and that’s usually in short supply.”

           “Hey, no need to justify it to me!” Tony said, “If you want to change your name that’s- actually that’s a little fantastic. Why the hell did you think I might say no?”

           Steve shrugged “It’s not like Stark is just a regular name. It’s important, and you put it on everything-“

“Not everything,” Tony said, looking very pointedly at Steve “Just everything that’s mine.”

Tony got a little thrill seeing the blush spread across Steve’s cheeks. He blinked a few times, apparently clearing his head, before he continued, “Um… I’d just understand if you didn’t want to share it with me.”

           “I want to share everything with you.” Tony said without thinking. His eyes widened as he realized what had just come out of his mouth, “Um… and it’s not like Rogers isn’t an important name, so there’s no reason to be intimidated.”

           “Please, Tony. I’m pretty sure most people really believe my last name is America…

           “Now there’s an idea! Mr. and Mr. America.

           Steve laughed again, and Tony pulled him closer. He would never get tired of hearing that.

           “Sometimes… not all the time, but sometimes, it feels like being Steve Rogers got taken away from me.” Steve explained, “I didn’t have a choice, but with this… choosing to give it up. For you, I could do that. I really want to.”

           Tony let go of Steve’s waist to hook an arm around his neck and pull him down for another kiss. If the ring was Tony’s way of saying I’m not going anywhere. You can stop worrying, then this felt like Steve’s answer. I’m not going anywhere either. Not ever.

           “Steve Stark… Steve Stark. That’s really not terrible.” Tony muttered. He pressed a quick kiss to the side of Steve’s mouth, “I could get used to that.”