#Early Age Marriage

[gwydpolls]

Time Travel Question 42: Assorted Other Performances II

These Questions are the result of suggestions from the previous iteration.

All time periods welcome. (Yes we have Live Aid).

Please add new suggestions below if you have them for future consideration.

I am looking for Shakespeare play premiere's you'd particularly like to see.

Shakespeare Plays Have their own poll. For purposes of this poll, Early Modern will arbitrarily be 1500-1799.

[acealistair]

fields of mistria existing is killing me bc i am IN LOVE with march but i don't want to get the game yet for multiple reasons 😭

[halfyearsqueen]

the way she’s so genuinely fond of helaena is so dear to me actually

[needahugfromesme]

It occurred to me that if Twilight was set in the early modern period it would probably make more sense. People were in their twenties with ten years of political and court experience; they married in their teens; They praised five/seven-year-old kids with the word “grace”; They married their stepchildren to each other.

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

my biggest dissonance is how robert de niro in once upon a time in america actually looks like young carlo (but more handsome than carlo) but noodles character is nothing like him like max is a certifed carlo core. he would do everything max did

[always-a-joyful-note]

6.10.2: so yeah, Ruri's getting married soon

Me: RURI IS GETTING MARRIED SOON?????

Also me: Wait, why am I surprised? I already knew this

[beeceit]

it's wild seeing people complain about the batfandom "forcing nuclear family roles" on the batfam in one breath and using the next to say Dick and Bruce have a brotherly relationship because Bruce isn't old enough to be Dick's biological father

[ltwilliammowett]

Marriage proposal on Helgoland, by Rudolf Jordan, 1834

[enbycrip]

One of the creepier historical myths, and one often used as an appeal to authority by creepy sex predator types, is the idea that premodern history was chock full of adult men boning little girls with the full acceptance and applause of secular and religious authorities.

Luckily, through the broad scope of human cultures and time periods, this just is not true. While it absolutely *happened*, same way it does now across the world (looking at you, US States where legislators calling trans people “groomers” for not wanting trans kids forced into suicide by gender dysphoria are doubling down on keeping ages of consent of *12* and *13*) it was vanishingly rare amongst the vast majority of the population from at least the early medieval period onwards (parts of the classical world were disturbingly big on adult men having sex with pubescent people read as boys and girls), and tended to result in enormous general opprobrium when it did happen.

Marriage before around age 16 minimum is almost entirely a noble phenomenon in the vast majority of history for alliance reasons, and even then cohabitation (ie regular sex - there was in theory ritual “bedding” on the wedding night but it was rarely expected to result in actual p-in-v for people below the age of 16ish) was a thing parents thought *hard* about the timing of because having regular sex with the likelihood of conception was thought to be bad for the health of *both* partners.

If you pick Henry VIII, for example, one of the figures your mind leaps right to when the terms “early modern” and “marriage” are mentioned in close proximity, the excuse that he finally settled on to try to divorce Catherine of Aragon in the end was her brief marriage to his elder brother, Arthur, at that time the heir to the English throne until his early death of what was thought to be sweating sickness. It was accepted for decades of Catherine and Henry’s married life that that marriage was unconsummated without demur because they were both 15 at the time, and despite being ritually bedded (and Arthur making a few comments to his mates the next day about “being in the midst of Spain all night being thirsty work” which Henry’s lawyers made a *lot* of at his direction) they were actively kept away from each other at that point because Arthur’s health wasn’t great and his parents, Henry VII and Elizabeth of York, worried that regular sex at that age would basically drain his energy and unbalance his humours. There was a legal (and sometimes general) assumption in this period that putting a married couple in any kind of proximity where there was even a chance of privacyish meant boning and babies, so those couples married at that age sadly didn’t always get a great chance to get any kind of comfortable with each other even if they were living in the same household.

There is significant literature written in the medieval and early modern periods by clerics *and* medics about the dangers of sex and procreation for immature bodies. It is a topic that’s significantly raised by clerics writing about the need for female consent in marriage, mostly in the earlier medieval period when Christianity had an uneven hold on a lot of Europe, but up to the high medieval period when discussing parents marrying kids off too early for power consolidation; there were always parents who pushed for consummation too early because a marriage could be annulled if consummation couldn’t be proven, but that was rightly regarded as shitty behaviour - wilful endangerment of one’s children’s health or indeed their life for power.

[unluckyhoneybee]

everyone saying the teenage years are the worst, so much drama, many things to figure out but... THE TWENTIES?!??!?! Nobody warns you about that

[theodysseyofhomer]

if i'm being real i am one Thousand percent more interested in penelope and odysseus' marriage after the odyssey than before the war

[patrice-bergerons]

I love season 9 for how real it is in its portrayal of everyday tragedies and it is very much so the case with Joan's ending too. Her ending is bittersweet because on one hand, Strange adores her and he *is* the best person she could have married (just to be clear--a far better match for her than Morse). But on the other hand, for Joan, marrying him is if not accepting defeat then certainly accepting a reasoned compromise against the societal pressures she fought so hard against for so long.

Her job means the world to her and yet we don't see or hear any mention of it in s9. She'd said she didn't want to end up in her parents' marriage with a two up two down and a pram in the hall and yet that is the house in Kidlington, where they are moving to because of her copper fiancé's job with her full blessing.

And the tragedy of it is that if there is one person who would listen to her hesitations and do his best to understand and accommodate, it's Strange. But. He is a excellent prospect for her in how kind and loving and stable he is, and there is a limit to these things you know? The society has roles for a wife and a husband and as a woman of that era you have to be very careful in the battles you choose -- if you push too much you can very quickly realise that you found and crossed the line with no way back. And so she doesn't trust him enough to be honest with him--or to ask for anything for herself. It's just a little sad in just how real it is.

[the-busy-ghost]

Am re-reading Hogg's Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner and I know it's not a new or original thought but it's just striking to me again how young George (younger) and his brother Robert must have been during the tennis match and Black Bull mob scenes.

If the 'famous session' refers to the 1703 session of parliament (or even if it refers to the previous year's sitting which Queensberry also oversaw), and if old Dalcastle married in 1687 (or later), then at most George could have been 16 and his brother 15, and it's probable that both boys are younger.

I don't remember too many of the details from the first time I read this book so will have to finish it before I make any further judgement. However I don't think it detracts from Robert's culpability or nastiness in any way to take into account his probable age in the earlier portion of the narrative. I think makes for a more interesting reading when forcibly reminded that he's a young teenager. Even taking into account different social mores and expectations placed on children in both the period in which the novel is set, and the early 19th century when it was written, it seems to me that that's an element that will still have particular significance for readers in the 21st century, regardless of one's personal experience with extreme forms of Presbyterianism.

[smallpotatoes-dandelions]

A lot of people in the tags talking about how they don't want the fuss of the paperwork. You do you, but please know that if you're ever gonna have kids or own property with another person you should either get married or make a will. Otherwise you might end up royally fucked if they unexpectedly die.

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

Man, your tags/posts about how traumatic and upsetting Dorothy's sex life really hit me. Rose and Blanche's hilarious stories and one liners are what usually stick in my head but damn, you're right. There's that That Event, & Dorothy did basically say she never orgasmed during her marriage (she definitely talked about disliking sex during her marriage). She even says at one point she's self conscious of her body during sex. And you're right that she'd def have issues with self pleasure 😔

Yep, it's one of those things that hit you harder and harder the more you think about it, isn't it?

When I say that Dorothy's remarkably healthier and more open than expected on the topics of love and relationships, I mean it. All things considered, she could have turned much more cynical and disillusioned. I mean, I've already talked about her horrid sex life when she was with Stan, and he was her first lover and her only lover for 38 years (so she had no one else to compare him to!!!).

And her love life was, if possible, even worse!! Let's remember that Dorothy's first run-ins with love and dating where:

A couple of idealized crushes (including the classic crush on her professor, Mr Gordon);

That boy she had an emotionally abusive relationship with;

Getting stood up for her senior prom by John Neretti;

Stan.

So, you know... she could have just determined she wasn't cut out for this stuff. She's prone to self-blaming, and judging from what she and Sophia say about her childhood and teenage years she wasn't a popular kid at all, so she could have convinced herself that there was just something wrong with her, and shut herself out from the world and from feelings completely. She could have given up, and I wouldn't have blamed her at all.

And instead, she's... well, she's the Dorothy we see in the show! Alright, she's pessimistic, and 'the great balloon pricker', but for all the Girls' mockery on this subject, she has her fair share of relationships and suitors! Her outlook on life in general is much more open that people give her credit for -- she smiles a lot, she's affectionate, she's active, she jokes around, and (although she might complain about stuff) she enjoys going along with the other Girls' shenanigans more often than not. She has fun! And she's much more happy than could be expected, knowing her past!

I like to think this is at least in part thanks to Blanche, Rose, and Sophia, who gave her the support she needed to start the healing process, but still -- it takes a special person to climb out of a hole like that. She could have given up on life and love, and instead she found the strength to go on living -- and living happily! She's really special, isn't she? :)

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your boyfriend buys you a pretty golden necklace with his initials, not knowing it will only intensify the urge to claim you as his own in every way.

tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, pwp. age gap (reader early 20’s, gojo early 30’s). possessive. talks of marriage. unprotected. breēding kink; crēampies. jealousy. pregnancy kink? reader gets called ‘baby, sweetheart, mama’ not proofread; excuse the grammar. wc: 1.7k

“look at that, baby,” satoru coos as he watches the golden necklace bounce around your collarbone with each wet thrust. it’s a 24k pure gold necklace he purchased just today, with his initials on it.

something inside him stirred the moment he put it on you. satoru couln’t help himself from pinning you to the couch and claiming you as his own for the nth time. it doesn’t matter how many times he fucks you; it’s never enough.

the letters ‘sg’ are shimmering under the light of the living room. the older man is grinning from ear to ear, nearly cumming from the sight of you wearing that necklace alone. it’s a sign of possession to him. you’re his—you’re only his. he’s the only one who can touch you like this.

“shit, ‘t makes me wanna put a ring on it,” satoru hisses, one of his hands pressing down on your lower tummy. you gasp and clutch at his broad back, nails digging into his flesh quite painfully. ���i think i’d engrave my initials on the inside of the ring too, what do ya think?”

each word is punctuated with a thrust. his hips are non-stop ramming into yours, claiming even the deepest spots of your body beneath him. he leans down to trail kisses down your sensitive neck, eliciting a couple whines from your lips.

“d’y wanna get married, sweetheart?” the sudden proposal takes you off guard. you can’t believe satoru would ask such a thing while being balls deep inside you. you’re blabbering nonsense, your voice muffled due to the saliva building up in your mouth.

“m— married? babe, are you ser-” your question is left unanswered as your boyfriend kisses your plump lips. he switches to a slow and gentle pace, grinding into your needy cunt until it leaves you shaking. his fingers play with the golden jewelry around your neck.

a necklace will do. as long as you’ll wear that accessory from this day forward, he’ll be satisfied. the urge to make you his forever partner could be satiated. for now, that is. he knows you still have a bright future ahead of you, like getting your degree and first ever proper job.

“let’s have you finish university first, yeah?” satoru smiles down at you after detaching his lips from yours. he watches the string of saliva hang between your mouths, giving a short hum once it snaps. his big hand slithers down to cup your breast and knead it, kissing your nipple whilst holding eye contact, “i can wait for you.”

satoru sighs as he rolls his tongue around your hardened nipple. he’s drooling over your breasts, a drunken glint in his eyes. he’s so obsessed with you to the point that he’d marry you right now if he could. that proposal wasn’t a joke—but he figured that it also wasn’t the smartest.

he’ll give you a proper and serious proposal one day. though, now you know for sure that he’s gotten into this relationship with the thought of actually marrying you.

“but i also—fuck—can’t wait,” satoru whines, feeling your walls clamp down on his thick cock. his dick is pulsing with need, exploring your squishy insides while his balls prepare to release all semen stored right into your fertile womb. even if you may take a pill to get rid of any unwanted consequences, the thought of seeing your tummy swell with his child is making the older man go insane.

satoru buries his face between your breasts and breathes heavily against your sweaty skin. his hips move with renewed vigour, his energy never depleting when it comes to pleasuring you, “wanna make you my wife ‘n breed this pretty pussy.”

you moan repeatedly, unable to stop yourself. especially after satoru frantically spews such lewd words. he’s getting lost in your cunt and the way it’s swallowing him in—into your pretty pussy that he owns. his pussy.

“wanna be your wife so bad, ‘toru,” you hiccup, nearly crying from the intense pleasure. you’d love to be satoru’s wife. he already treats you so well while you’re his girlfriend, you can’t imagine how much better it’s going to get once you’re officially his. your stomach fills with butterflies at the thought of being able to call him your husband.

the white-haired man chuckles. his blue eyes stare down at you with nothing but love, “yeah? mh, i’ll treat you so well every single day. g’nna come home to you ‘n give you some proper loving.”

satoru can already imagine it. coming home to you after a long day of work, needing a quick release. seeing you greet him at the door will send him into a frenzy. especially if you’re wearing an apron—he’s a sucker for domestic stuff.

you, his wife, taking care of him after a rough day at work. . . it’s a dream come true. he’ll spoil you with materialistic gifts and his unending love so you’ll live a happy life.

oh, don’t get him started on kids. satoru ruts into you like his life depends on it, the hypnotising rhythm of your boobs jiggling in circles is making him drool. having a little family with you is his end goal. you’ll be such a good mother and he’ll be such an amazing dad; a perfect combination.

satoru can already picture the amount of times he’ll dump his cum inside of you, without any restrictions. without you taking a pill or him wrapping a condom around his dick. his libido is going to be at an all time high when the time comes.

even if satoru ages a bit, he’s sure that he’s going to be able to have sex with you non stop. you get him hard without fail every single time. you’re his everything—the apple of his eyes.

your lover nearly chokes on his own saliva. he pushes his cock in to the base, burying it as deep as possible. your fingers curl around the pillow you’re holding for support, your eyes rolling back. his pink tip hit the right spot. that sweet spot that makes you cum without fail.

satoru bites his bottom lip. the way he’s looking at you, with a possessive kind of love and lust, is simply too much. his oceanic eyes are glimmering with need. erotic images flash through his mind of him impregnating you, “going to put a baby into you as soon as you’re ready.”

your tummy fills with butterflies. the way he’s talking to you like you’re already a married couple is making your pussy even wetter than it already is. it’s like it’s begging satoru to give it to you already—to make it store all his cum.

his eyes roll back as he leans his forehead against your shoulder. he has to hold himself back from cumming too soon. he wants to cherish every second spent inside of your warm body. satoru attaches his lips to your breasts again, “mhhh, y’re gonna look so beautiful pregnant, mama. those tits of y’rs. . .”

his voice is barely audible because he’s busy sucking on your nipples. your boyfriend is imagining the pair growing with each semester, filling out perfectly to store milk for the baby.

satoru cannot wait to be the reason why your body will change so much. you’ll be even prettier than you already are, that he can tell already. he’s going to give you gifts every day, to thank you for carrying his child. he’s going to spoil you rotten because you deserve it and so much more.

he can’t wait for the married life with you. many men dread that life, but that’s not the case with satoru. every day of his married life will be spent with his wife—you—and the honeymoon phase will never end. ever.

satoru’s cock is twitching and begging for the much needed release. he pounds you into the couch until you’re screaming in pleasure, feeling him so deep inside you. he’s so big, he’s stretching you out so well to the point of no return. the older man grins at the sight of your already fucked out face, “cunt ‘s gonna be so swollen because of how much i’ll pleasure her—paint her all white with my cum.”

satoru’s nasty words are causing unspeakable things to your body. you’re on the brink of reaching that euphoric state. the dirty talk is too much to handle at this point. your limbs are tingling and your cunt is aching to be stuffed full of his hot semen.

“s-satoru, don’t say such stuff,” you comment in a shaky breath. your head is spinning and your hands desperately reach out to hold onto his shoulders, squeezing the skin. your hips are bucking up lightly, your clit bumping against satoru’s pelvic area with each thrust, “i’m gonna cum if you keep saying that.”

your lover’s grin widens even more. he knows you enjoy it when he whispers such dirty stuff in your ear. that’s mainly the reason why he does it. he’s talked you through multiple orgasms before—it’s quite easy to do so with his husky voice and manly touch.

“that’s fine, baby,” satoru coos and leaves one last, sloppy kiss on your nipple before leaning in to attach his lips to yours. his tongue swirls around yours as you share your spit, the mixture trickling down your chins.

his hips don’t stop. he positions his lower body in an angle that gets you screaming for mercy, which he won’t do. he craves to ruin you on his cock, to see you melt with pleasure underneath him.

“make a mess on my dick while i make a mess inside of you,” satoru encourages you which seals the deal. your body shakes as you feel the waves of pleasure run through your system. you can feel hot ropes of cum nestle deep inside of your cunt. your boyfriend shudders at the sensation and helps you ride your climax out.

he pushes in and back out a few times, lazily, his finger finding your clit to rub until you’ve calmed down. “good girl. y’ took all of it, hm? lovely,” satoru nearly collapses on top of you after the energy leaves his body, careful not to crush you underneath his weight.

he doesn’t bother to pull out. he keeps his cum plugged into you—relishing the moment of ecstasy. even if he can’t fully breed you now, he’ll wait until the day he can.

“i love you, wifey,” satoru kisses your temple, tiredly giggling at the nickname he gave you. in his mind, you are already his one and only woman.

his wife and partner for life.