#bc my parents were both pastors

[rubberbandballqueen]

*looking at self in the mirror with just a dress on*: oh e w

*looks at self in the mirror with fancy blazer over the exact same dress*: oh FUCK yeah

[perpetuallyconfusedgoose]

When my parents went to church they got a bunch of parenting books before they had me, and all of them were about making your kids "respect" (fear) you (one of the things was putting cookies out and swatting your kids' hands when they reach out for them or something like that).

And those books were praised throughout the church and they didn't get it, and they talked about how weird it was as young first time parents getting all this advice on how to abuse your kids.

Christians hate when a gay man goes “fuck it, I’ll gladly go to Hell if you want me to so bad” because it takes the edge away from their tools of fear. If they can’t scare you with threats of eternal damnation then one of their main weapons is taken away.

[sunlightandsuffering]

The crazy Sacrilege fan here ! I LOVE THAT DRABBLE MIKASA IS SUCH AN UNHINGED FREAK I ADORE HER THANK YOU LYS THANK YOU !!! And Eren cares about her , « might even love her, just a little » LMFAO MR COP IS SO BUSTED !! If I may ask, how do you think they would react to a pregnancy scare ? I think crazy ass Mika might even like it, think it’s the Lord’s Will for them to be with child . Eren is head over heels for his little gf so he woudn’t mind giving her a child but he doesn’t want her to regret it later, she needs to go to college and start a career first!

AHAHAHA OMG ILY !!!! 💗💗 ur so funny lol!!! THEY'RE BOTH UNHINGED THO AND THAT'S WHAT WE LOVE THEM FOR, THE ABSOLUTE FUCKING CHAOS !!!!

omg okay, i can totally see this going like both ways, mostly bc I'm so anti religion bc of how much fucking shit it can create. So me, being a little shit, i'd love to go against the grain here and have Mikasa just be pRO CHOICE GIRLY !! Altho I do think she'd be like a little thrilled to have a child with Eren lol. LETS WRITE IT AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS!! bro tell me why they're so cute tho i like this drabble lol

Mikasa stares at the pregnancy test blankly, head knocked back against the bathroom cabinet of Eren’s apartment. Two little red lines to seal her fate, she should be thrilled.  

She isn’t. 

Contrary to her mother and every other girl in her church, Mikasa feels nothing but dread, cold, inescapable dread and suffocation. Because yes, a baby is cute, a baby is sweet, a baby would be the perfect embodiment of her and Eren’s love. They’d be the picture perfect happy family, the one people see on instagram, and she could be a stay at home mom and do all that ridiculous mom-fluencer stuff she sees.

The entire idea makes Mikasa want to throw up, and she’s not so sure it’s the pregnancy, because she isn’t that far along at all yet. 

She slumps, dropping the test to the floor beside her and blinking back stubborn tears, she wonders if this is God’s plan. Because surely, it must be? She wouldn’t be pregnant if it wasn’t His will. Hell, she’s already gone against the church by using birth control, condoms and the pill. 

So there’s really no other way she could have possibly gotten pregnant, right? Nothing else other than pure divine intervention would have allowed this. 

Mikasa sniffles meekly, a tear sleeping down her cheek despite her attempts not to cry and she wipes it away with her sleeve. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she crumples in on herself because what the fuck is she going to do? She’s not married, not yet at least, not in school yet –will probably have to drop out now actually– and her parents will most certainly withdraw what little support they were willing to provide her. She can hear it now, they’re going to call her sweet little baby a bastard, the church will gossip, her youth group will turn on her, and the pastor will look at her with eyes full of disgust at every turn. The tears flow faster now, slipping down her cheeks freely, and before she realizes it, she’s sobbing alone in Eren’s apartment bathroom, utterly alone. 

And there’s that too, isn’t there, how Eren will react. She doesn’t know, doesn’t want to lose him, but what if it’s too soon? Eren isn’t that old, only 24 and still working his way up in the force, he probably doesn’t want a baby yet either. 

He’s certainly never talked about it, and it has Mikasa tearing up all over again, because she’s going to lose him, and her parents again all at once. And she can’t lose him, she just can’t, she loves him. What had started as pure angsty rebellion had turned into love so quickly she doesn’t even know when it started. But he’s so supportive, hot, and so fucking good for her if she thinks about it, had told her just to fucking move in when her parents had gotten fussy over their break-up. He’d shrugged like it was no big deal, “Don’t worry about rent, Mika, just as long as you sleep in my bed.” Then, he’d left for work with a wink, and Mikasa for the first time in her life had real fucking independence, the very thing she’d been yearning for, begging for when he’d fucked her on that alter. 

And now here she is, about to lose it all again, her shackles renewed by the responsibility of a child and all the pressures that come with being a mom before she’s financially ready or responsible in the slightest. 

There is a click outside and Mikasa inhales sharply, glancing at her watch, because how long has she been in this bathroom moping? It’s 9:00 am on the dot, Eren is home, having just gotten off an overnight shift, and she can already hear him stomping around, seeking her out. “Mikasa,” He calls, and she slaps a hand over her mouth to keep quiet, for what she doesn’t know, he’ll find her eventually. “Baby where are you, I can see your shoes by the door, come out.” She doesn’t, fear paralyzes her, this agony of what to do, to tell him, not to tell him, to just run away and give it up for adoption, show up again in nine months and hope he doesn’t hate her. But Eren is a cop, surely he’d find her no matter where she went? And he does, just like he’d find her if she ran away, sweeping the apartment methodically before coming to the bathroom door, just off his bedroom. 

He knocks, “Miki, what are you doing?” She doesn’t answer, just grabs the pregnancy test, holds it closer as the two positive red lines blur together, tears flowing freely again. It takes Eren one attempt, one fucking shot to jimmy the lock open, and he’s leaning against the door frame like an avenging angel as he looks her over. He’s terrifying, clad in his police uniform, black cargo pants with so many pockets and that tight long sleeve shirt that goes under his body armour. 

He quirks a brow up at her as he notices her tears, eyes scanning her over, and she can pinpoint the exact moment he notices the pregnancy test, his teeth coming down to bite into his lip, his only nervous tic. “So,” He asks casually, “Pregnant?” She nods meekly, a sob working its way up her throat, all she can think to do is apologize, because obviously it’s her fault, “I’m so sorry Eren.” 

She should have never slept with him, never disobeyed God like this, it’s her punishment, and she just spirals, ugly crying in her boyfriend’s bathroom at 8 am on a wednesday. “Oh Miki no, it takes two, okay,” Eren half laughs as he kneels down next to her, tucking a strand of hair out of her eyes. He wipes the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs, cupping her face with more love and affection than she’s ever known in her life, “It was definitely more me if I recall correctly, in the back of my squad car, in the kitchen,” He smirks, looking down at her, “Yesterday morning in the shower.” Mikasa smacks him for that, choking out a laugh, “Stop it, I’m sad right now.” Eren chuckles, sitting down next to her and grabbing her hand with the pregnancy test to look at it himself. “You don’t have to be sad Miki, it doesn’t have to be a big thing you know.” 

She leans into him, her head on his shoulder as she thinks about it, “Eren I’m gonna get huge and fat, it’s definitely gonna be a thing and people are definitely going to notice.” He bumps her with his shoulder lightly, “Nah you’d be cute pregnant, and fuck,” He groans as if he’s thinking about it, “Your tits would definitely get even better.” Mikasa gasps, smacking his arm again, and before she can stop him he’s going in for a squeeze that has her yelping because yeah, she’s already a little more sensitive. He smirks, more smug than he has any right to be in this situation, ten minutes ago she was crying her eyes out. 

“So does this mean you want it, then, that you’ll support me?” Mikasa asks hopefully and Eren squeezes her thigh, looking down at her with more intensity than she knew him capable of, “Mikasa of course I’ll support you in whatever you decide to do, this would be my kid too.” He pauses and Mikasa waits, looking up at him earnestly, ready to accept whatever else he has to say, because he’s Eren and he so obviously loves her. “I know it’s a little taboo in the church community, but have you thought about getting an abortion?” Mikasa cracks, heaving out a great sob, and before she knows it she’s in Eren’s lap with him shushing her as she whispers all her fears into his neck, “You don’t want it, you’re lying you just- you just want to appease me and –” “Mikasa,” Eren kisses his way up her neck, voice right at her ear, “I’m not lying, but look at me.” He cups her chin roughly, tilting her head up so she’s forced to look into those pretty green eyes, “Baby you’re in school, you haven’t even started yet, and I’ve heard you, fuck baby I’ve heard you talk about school so many times and how much you want to be a nurse.” He leans down, so their foreheads touch, and he leans into her, “And as much as I’d love to see you pregnant, how fucking pretty you’d be, cute as hell waddling around my house knocked up with my fucking kid, it would also suck a lot because I know Mikasa that you’d be miserable, would be delaying your dreams for several years at the very fucking least and I could never ask you to do that.” Mikasa inhales shakily, relaxing into him now, the hand on her thigh, the other at the nape of her neck, how warm and solid he is against her, Eren. 

She tilts her head up for a kiss, something soft, chaste, comfort. 

He kisses her softly, all gentle affection, his hand rubbing over her thigh to keep her calm and when she pulls back she’s calmer, more stable in his arms. 

“Is it allowed?” She whispers, almost nervously, afraid she’ll be shot down by the universe at the mere suggestion. Eren laughs, his hand drifting up to her hip to tug her closer in his lap, “Of course it’s allowed Mikasa, no one has to know we have free health care you know, we’ll just you know, schedule you an appointment, I don’t think it’s that hard.” “Really?” she mumbles, “Just like that?” “I think so, I mean obviously I haven’t had one, but I don’t think it’ll be that difficult, we can call in a minute.”

“Okay,” she mumbles and Eren kisses her again, nipping her cheek as he demands her attention, “But I want to know you’re doing it for you, not because of me or anything else, this has to be your decision Mikasa and I’m just along for the ride.” She sighs, “I think you’re right, I just didn’t want to be the one to say it, but before you got here all I could think about was how much it was going to fuck up my life.” Eren gasps, and she looks up, suddenly afraid, does he think she’s disgusting, a worthless human being because of it? His eyes are alight with amusement, “You swore, what a naughty little church girl you are.” 

She smacks him and violently, which has him cackling, and he uses his leverage to go in for another kiss, which she accepts gratefully. “As long as it’s your decision Mikasa, I don’t care, hell I kind of agree, I’m not sure if I’d be a great dad right now, I’m too selfish. I wanna keep you to myself for as long as I can.” Mikasa laughs, “Then maybe we’d better start using better protection.” “Yeah, we’re also scheduling you for an IUD appointment, because fuck are you bad at taking those pills.” She winces, “I took it this morning.” Eren looks at her in disbelief, “Miki you’re already pregnant.” “Well, I tried not to be,” She tells him poutily and Eren pinches her waist, “You did a shit job.” “We just agreed it was your fault!” 

Eren smiles deviously, “Yeah it is, and it’s about to be my fault again.” 

He yanks her down against him, a devilish gleam in his eyes, and she can feel his very obvious erection right against the soft of her cunt, separated only by the thin layer of her pyjama pants. 

“Have you been hard the entire time?” “I’m not a monster, just since you swore, it just does things to me, it’s not my fault, really it’s yours.” “Oh my God,” Mikasa groans, and she can feel Eren below her, grinding her down against his cock, that guilty look on his face, “Holy fuck does it turn you on when I’m like bad?” “Is that blasphemous of me?” 

“God yes,” She tells him and then she’s kissing him, because no one else but Eren Yeager has ever made being bad feel so good.

[fourcornerstar]

Random assorted Moral Orel Headcanons:

Moral Orel HCs

Orel:

- Likes to draw comics of Barthalomew- similar to the DC superpets

- Wants to grow up to be either a pastor or an artist. Doesn’t know what an animator or film maker is but is interested in movie production

- Doesn’t like to spend much time outside after the camping trip. Finds comfort in movies, comics and video games.

- He saves up all the money he earned by working for Stephanie to buy a Nintendo system (the show takes place around 2005, so probably a ds)

- His favorite game is Nintendogs, he owns all different versions and loves going on walks with his ‘pet’

- But he thinks Pokemon is satanic.

- Fav movie as a kid is Prince of Egypt

- Veggietales kid.

- Catches himself singing “where is my hairbrush” when he’s looking for something.

- Wears “virginity rocks” merch when he’s a teen. No one can tell if it’s ironic or in sincerity. It’s a bit of both.

- LOVES Paramore when he’s first in his emo phase. Slowly grows to like My Chemical Romance once he fully dips into Emo music.

- As he gets into his teens he has an indie phase- Florence and the Machines is his favorite along with The Mountain Goats and Cage the Elephant. Likes some Hozier, Noah Kahan, They Might Be Giants and Jack Stauber. (this is if we assume their in universe would have access to our discography)

- His favorite extra curricular class is art, which Clay disapproves of, but Orel is really good at it- near prodigy level. Loves painting and chalk pastels in particular

- Hardcore Disney fan. For his graduation he and Christina go to Florida Disney World for the first time

- A Goofy Movie and Goof Troop are his favorite comfort media

- Wants to go to California or Florida for College, secretly is applying to Loyola University or other Christian campuses. Wants to take religious studies with a minor in art.

- Has never been to the beach/seen the ocean in person but has always dreamed of it.

- Quit his scout troop after the hunting trip bc camping would make him spiral into panic attacks. It took him years of exposure therapy to ever go into the woods ever again

- After the camping trip, the go-to family vacation for the Puppingtons would usually be road trips cross country. But it was always awkward and tense, so Orel would spend the majority of the trip reading, listening to music, or playing a card game with Shapey and Block.

- He always lets Shapey or Block win

- Uno was banned in the puppington house because “it wasn’t in English.” But he had no problem playing it at school behind his parents backs

- Is interested in learning other languages, but a bit scared of it. He eventually took ASL courses when he was in college

Shapey and Block:

- Both have an extensive stuffed animal collection, at least where they can hide them under all the storage and mess of his room.

- Tends to steal or borrow Orel’s stuff when no one is home to see. Is particularly fascinated by the viewfinder and Orel’s record player.

- Shapey suffers from night terrors. Orel would comfort him sometimes, other times Block would help.

- Both are Introverted. They helped each other transition to school when they, eventually, went. But they were loners in the class and had trouble assimilating.

- Other than cake, Shapey’s favorite foods are pb and j

- Block really likes cookies and pastries

- Shapey and Block snuck out a lot as kids and teens, sometimes they would go to the corner store, other times they would just wander around town or even up to the nature reserve.

- Christmas is their all time favorite holiday, more so than any other.

- Orel sometimes helps them clear up their shared room so Shapey and Block can actually have a clear space to walk around and play in.

- They steal Clay’s credit card to buy some actual furniture when they’re teens. Clay never brings it up, he probably never noticed.

- Both struggle at keeping a space clean. Struggles with routine, chores and scheduling all through their life, sometimes Orel or even a therapist helps

- Shapey’s favorite Disney movie of all time is Alice in Wonderland

- Block adores Peter Pan, he even went as Peter for halloween 2 years in a row

- Both love adventure movies

- Shapey loves showtunes, favorite musical as a kid was Matilda

- Block finds showtunes kind of annoying, but won’t say anything. Block prefers softer music, indie, folk, country but even LoFi when he discovers it later.

- Both love cooking and baking. They weren’t allowed to learn when they were kids, but when they moved out they read Bloberta’s old recipe books to teach himself. Block preferred online recipes

- Shapey was Diagnosed with ODD and ADHD as a toddler, Orel tries to find some resources at the library to figure out how to help Shapey, at least where he can. Unfortunately, the library is a bit of a dead end. But the constants in Shapey’s life help him a lot.

- They never talk with Clay. They are complete strangers to one another. Shapey and Block consider Orel to be the closest thing they have to a father figure

- When everyone is grown up; Shapey gives a speech as best man at Orel and Christina’s wedding that makes everyone cry

Bloberta:

- Has an extensive record collection of her favorite bands from when she was a teenager.

- Clay has pestered her to get rid of it but she can’t bear to part with it. She keeps it hidden in the dresser and closet alongside her other unmentionables.

- Loves doo-wop, 60s pop, rock and roll and even some modern punk and metal. Doesn’t actually like listening to Christian rock but will put it on to be a “good influence”

- Was interested in student council and politics herself before she married Clay, but was pressured out of it bc “godly women let men take the lead” (ew)

- Her mom forced her to babysit as a first job when she was a teenager and she despised it.

- When she’s home alone she likes to put on romcoms such as Pretty Woman or Dirty Dancing. But she’ll mute the volume and block out the windows so no one can hear or see her.

- But more often then not they leave her crying wishing for something better. One day after watching one of her movies she locked Clay out of the house for a week because she couldn’t bear to even look at him.

- She’s a lot more supportive of Orel going to an out of state college than his father. She doesn’t want him to feel trapped like she does.

Clay

- Took ballroom dance in high school- is an amazing dancer but doesn’t like showing off.

- Has Irish ancestry, his great grandparents emigrated during the great famine.

- Likes to read when he gets the chance- favorite book is Catcher in the Rye or In Cold Blood (yes, they are supposed to be red flag books, remember who we’re talking about)

- Loves true crime- extremely fascinated by serial killers and mysteries.

- He likes movies, but rarely is ever able to put them on. But he likes Wolf of Wall Street and Fight Club (all the red flag films) (Call me By Your Name and Beauty and the Beast when he’s in private, would never watch them unless he’s completely alone) (once again, RED FLAGS)

- Believes all colleges are satanic propaganda. At least that’s what he told himself as he got older. When he was a teen thought about art school but could never afford it on his own.

- Never graduated with a full 4 year degree, but out of high school he was in and out of trade or secondary schools. He tried nursing, mechanic/auto shop, accounting, and technician work and hated everything. Bloberta suggested politics and somehow he had enough charisma and writing prowess to sell competency.

- Loves Queen. Could listen to any album any day- but has a particular soft spot for “I want to Break Free” and “Somebody To Love” has made him sob uncontrollably . He puts on Queen when he’s driving alone.

- Loves to drive. Before he started drinking it was his one escape. Sometimes he would just take his keys and a handful of his father’s cash and drive off for a few days without telling anyone. He’s been all over the country, but particularly loves to see the Grand Canyon or even up north near Niagara and the lakes.

- Even after he got married he would drive off on a bender for a week or two not to be seen. Bloberta never brings it up. He only HAD to stop when Orel was born.

Reverend/Rod Putty

- Never imagined himself as a pastor, when he was younger he was more interested in the hippie subculture. But he’s good at talking. He originally tried his hand at standup comedy, and that was a total flop. So when it came time for him to settle on a major/career he went religious… Partially to dodge the draft.

- Agnostic leaning. He believes in a God, but struggles with connection.

- Grew up in the south, but moved to the midwest in his teens. Sometimes his accent slips through when he’s tired.

- Scarily good at poker. Feels very torn about this skill.

- Banned from at least 4 casinos in a 100 mile radius.

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Stephanie

- Was a straight A student all through school, but decided against University for financial reasons and pressure, she goes to the community college closest to Moralton. She dreams when she saves up enough she could go to a music or art college

- Had a band once but all her band mates moved away. She does try to pursue music herself. Has an album lined up but she doesn’t feel ready to put it into the world yet.

- A friend from out of state gave her her first tattoo in his garage. Since then she’s been interested in learning but doesn’t know how to practice back in Moralton. Is saving up for a machine.

- Hates the cold and cold weather, she’s always bundled up when it hits below 60 and it always complaining about how cold it is until the weather warms up

- But she loves rainy days.

- Her mom tried to sign her up for an after school Christian youth program but Stephanie always ditched to go hang out around town with Kim and others.

- She uploads song covers to Youtube when she has time, and has amassed a huge following

- She likes snapchat as well, she can keep in touch with out of state or online friends easier, it makes her feel more connected to people in similar situations

- Her first guitar wasn’t the best quality, but it’s one of her favorites for the sound, she covered the entire face with stickers and intricate drawings

[notwhatyoucameherefor]

Family dynamics for my silly humanstuck au

Because having every family consist of two siblings and one parental figure felt really forced. All lussi are humanized.

Megido: Damara is the Handmaid's daughter, and Aradia is Ram Mom's daughter. The Handmaid is trapped in the clown cult and playes basically the same role she does in the comic. She gave Damara to Ram Mom because her position in the cult prohibits her from having kids at all and keeping her around was putting both her and her kid in danger. They were both raised by Ram Mom and told they were siblings, but Damara knows that's a lie because she was there for the cult stuff and Aradia knows because she has any level of observation skills.

Nitram: Nitram is in quotation marks because they are in no way related. Rufioh is a kid in the same neighborhood as Tavros who hangs out at the same places and shares a lot of interests and helps Tavros with his school work and personal issues. Their relationship is sibling like enough in nature that they just refer to each other as their older/younger brother when referring to them in conversation. Summoner is Tav's dad, Tinkerbull is Rufioh's dad who considers Tavros honorary family.

Captor: Captor is also in quotation marks bc they're not related either. The biclopse lussus has been split into two people for this au and Sollux and Mituna are honorary family by virtue of their dads hanging out a lot. Mituna calls Sollux his cousin for convenience. Sollux explains the situation once to new people and from there on refers to him with an extensive inventory of mean spirited nicknames.

Vantas: They actually are related so uhh here's a fun fact that is fun. The Signless (grandpa in this dynamic) was a pastor (and also the Dolorosa's adopted kid btw. This gives the Mariyams and the Vantases a really weird relationship) and bc of that Crabdad is super aggressively religious. Kankri will tell you he's Christian because "he believes in the message not the literal interpretation" and then explain to you why organized religion is evil in the same breath. Karkat is 100% atheist and pissed that it's even a thing he has to think about on a daily basis.

Leijon: They're also just regular ol siblings. Meulin has cut off contact with everyone but Nepeta and doesn't get invited to family stuff though, she had a really big falling out with everyone over her involvement with the clown cult. Nepeta was too young to get the full details of that and doesn't really care enough to ask questions. They talk daily and have a good cool relationship.

Mariyam: The Dolorosa adopted Grub Mom way late into her life which is why Porrim and Kanaya are the same ages as Kankri and Karkat. Kanaya and Porrim are both test tube babies. They actually have a healthy functional family dynamic so idk what else to say.

Pyrope: Once again not related. Don't even live close enough to physically meet up. They met online through epic gaming and Latula became kind of a sister figure for Terezi after they bonded over the shared experience of needing to raise yourself because your parents didn't. (Terezi's dragon mom is alive and loving and she gives the best advice ever but she's also too bedriddenly sick to do much actual work. And I'm thinking Latula grew up in foster care maybe.)

Serket: They're cousins who don't talk much but keep up with each other on social media and look up to each other in the way where they both go "wow she's so cool!!" online and then when they actually meet up they realize they annoy the hell out of each other. Vriska has Spider Mom (who is probably less murdery but still abusive) and Aranea has Mindfang (who is pretty absent and may or may not be deep in some really sketchy shit. Vriska and Aranea both idolize her way too much.)

Zahhak: I don't remember why I came to this decision so it may be subject to change, but I remember thinking it was clever as fuck when I did. They're blood related siblings, but they're both adopted. Into different households. They found out about each other because they went to the same school district all their lives and Equius's teachers kept being like "Equius Zahhak??? Is Horuss your brother" and after years of being like "Whomst" he eventually looked him up and realized that yeah I guess he is my brother actually. Equius stopped talking to him or mentioning him to anyone after like 3 Facebook messages but Horuss tells literally everyone he knows about it as if they actually has a sibling bond. Also the plotline of him deciding to get closer to Meulin because he saw what Eq and Nep have and went "I want that" remains the same.

Makara: I don't know (or really care honestly) if they're biological siblings or not but it really doesn't matter. Their dad fucked off out of their life when they were really little and Lord English indoctrinated them into the cult by giving them a home and family in it. (He did this solely because he was old and gonna die soon and he needed at least one trusted and devote member to raise his kid in accordance to the cult rules by the way.) Gamzee and Kurloz consider the Cult of the Messiahs their family and they live together with Calliope and Caliborn. They consider the two of them brothers and they have a secret cult dlc relationship to the Cals.

Ampora: Normal siblings so ummmmmmmm. Seahorse Dad is a rich and successful guy with a Reputation. He tried to raise Cronus super strictly but he chipped away at his willpower fast, so now Cronus is the most reckless entitled adult ever and Eridan gets everything he wants handed to him on a silver platter. Fun!

Peixes: They are siblings but they don't have a familial bond because their mom never treated the household like a family. Gl'bgolyb is also a rich successful girlboss (I mean like she inherited all of Condy's stuff and then didn't expand upon it or go out of her way to achieve anything more, but she still manages all of Condy's stuff, which is a lot of stuff.) She tried to raise Meenah to be the perfect heir but she was not down for that so all it accomplished was giving her the skills to more successfully do the opposite of whatever Gl'bgolyb wanted. As a result Meenah is kind of seen as a family disgrace. While she was trying to raise Meenah Feferi got shoved to the side as the Other Kid and was treated less like a daughter and more like a freeloader (which her constant insistence that the company's business practices were flawed did not help). But now Gl'bgolyb has no one to leave her company to except two kids she views as disappointments (She has her eye on her niece Jane though). Feferi and Meenah have started to bond a little bit (like a microscopic bit) over this, but Meenah still needs to unlearn the "you are competing against your sister for the company and if you trust her she will ruin you" mentality that Gl'bgolyb instilled into her. Also sidenote Condy's dynamic with all the humans she adopted is exactly the same as it is in canon, down to her marrying Colonel Sanders. Also the clown cult has serious beef with CrockerCorp.

Cals: As previously mentioned, Lord English (leader of the clown cult and considered to be god by his followers) is their dad and he left them with the Makaras. Calliope doesn't want anything to do with the cult but loves Gamzee and Kurloz as family nonetheless. Caliborn is her headmate and considered by the cult to be Lord English reincarnated, and boy howdy he sure is Caliborn.

[odinsblog]

!!

As a Black person who was raised in the Pentecostal Church (mandatory service every Mon, Wed, Fri, Sat and 2x on Sundays), it’s just sO funny for me hearing how the Southern Baptist church is kicking out churches with women pastors..???

My paternal and maternal grandmothers were both preachers, and my mom and most of my aunts and and and

I was in my mid to late teens before I even attended a church with a male pastor, and it was so jarring

I was like, “is this even a real church? because I don’t see any women in the pulpit”

They had to convince me that it was for real

This isn’t a post to convince anyone to be pro religion or pro atheist - just me sharing some personal experiences

BUT..!! I will say one thing: nobody on earth can convince me that if churches with women preachers & pastors were more common, you wouldn’t have nearly as much sexual abuse going on

Not that women are incapable of sexual abuse on minors, but I’m sorry, in small Black churches where practically everyone knew each other’s parents and children? Nah

If a grown man was trying to have ANY kind of “relationship” with a young girl (aka, a child), the moms would have had a fish fry with his peen. At the very least, they woulda shamed tf outta him to the point where he wouldn’t have shown his face

(and now that I think about it, that might be precisely why a couple of the older dudes seemingly vanished. at least, I don’t think the women straight up murked them … I don’t think)

The problem that a lot of these Pentecostal churches had was actually the exact opposite: they kept their girls on such strict lockdown that the very first time they “fell in love” with their crush, many of them got pregnant—because they had zero experience with dating and learning how to just BE around boys, unchaperoned

And as far as the women Pentecostal pastors violating young boys? Again, not saying that it couldn’t happen or that it never ever happened, but again just going on my lived experiences, the 10 - 17yr old Black boy who could keep his mouth shut about it was about as common as a unicorn

Ofc we all (the teenage boys) crushed on some of the younger women who were in their 20s and early 30s, and if ANY of us so much as got a kiss, it would have been on the front page of every local newspaper and all over the 11 o’clock evening news. We held those kinds of secrets about as well as a sieve holds water

And finally, I’m not forgetting about LGBTQ people either, at least I don’t think so anyway

One of my siblings is gay, and ofc I had no clue

Not necessarily bc I “missed” anything (although I’m sure I did that too), but because being LGBTQ in a Black church?? (any church, really) was more trouble than it was worth. The threat of becoming an exile in your own community was, unfortunately, very real

SN: I’ll forever be proud of the fact that I was the very first person who they felt comfortable enough to come out to

Anyway, it’s still funny to me that churches are willing to potentially turn away 50% of members at a time when church membership is shrinking

[glittertimes]

Something that has both pros and cons is growing up pretty sheltered bc my parents were evangelical pastors and immigrants.

I don’t get socialized into a lot of liberal American ideas before I went to school loll like I didn’t have cable so I couldn’t watch all the shows everyone was watching, and my parents never told me about Santa so I had to pretend for other kids bc I didn’t want to ruin that for them.

As a kid it made me feel kind of isolated and it definitely still does bc my parents were also abusive so I didn’t grow up with the fantasy of marriage and romantic relationships like other people around me did.

In some ways it makes me feel really disconnected from other people, but it’s also allowed me to come up with my own view of the world, to really decide what I want out of life rather than following what everyone is expected to do.

I feel like this is a common experience for millennial / gen z kids, especially immigrant kids who are raised with different expectations and values than the people around them. You’re really pushed to find what’s best for you instead of trying to fit in places that aren’t made with you in mind.

[cheerfullycatholic]

Okay hi so I’m thinking about becoming Catholic just bc the United Methodist denomination is crashing and burning fast, and I’m not worried that the Catholics are going to start splitting into things. But I just had a question I thought maybe you could help me with.

I’m Methodist by virtue of being born to a Methodist pastor (who is now pursuing a degree in other stuff bc we are thinking of becoming Catholic and kinda ditching the whole mess of a denomination that ours is kinda becoming). But my whole life I’ve been raised by a Biblical scholar and a Pastor (with good theology that’s actually very Catholic when examined closely lol) and I love God and do my best and stay away from the popular misconceptions or problems people have. But at Catholic school, when we’d have Mass, I wasn’t allowed to take communion. Who should be allowed to participate in communion: the kid who sits next to me in theology class and is Catholic and means well but doesn’t understand a lot of what God says and mostly follows the culture wherever it goes, or me? The answer is BOTH OF US because neither of us are perfect but we are both Christian. (I’m starting to kinda hate the term Christian tho lol, people use it to refer to themselves when they’ve never been to church and barely believe in God.) But we were both, well, good Christians. Yet I was excluded from the Lord’s table, and definitely not because God said I should be. So I guess the main thing stopping me from finally saying to my parents “Yes, let’s do the classes and become Catholic” is really: why?? Why did the people at Catholic school say I was in a different religion and treat me as such? And why couldn’t I receive the Eucharist?

If you know the answer to that to help a lost teen Christian just trying to find her home in a church, that would be wonderful :)

I deeply appreciate you reaching out and I am so happy that you've decided to consider Catholicism! It's a great pleasure to have you here, Anon!

As for your questions, to put it simply, only people who are in a state of grace can receive the Eucharist, and in order to be in a state of grace, one must go to confession. And in order to go to confession, one must be Catholic. I know it seems unfair and wrong, but please keep in mind that we have these rules because we believe that the Eucharist is the literal Body of Christ, and we just don't want Him disrespected (not to say you'd mean to be disrespectful, of course). Receiving the Eucharist while in a state of mortal sin is a grave sin itself, and to protect Jesus and our souls, we're very careful about who can and cannot receive. Even baptized and confirmed Catholics are not permitted to receive if not in a state of grace.

As for what those people said to you in school, it was deeply wrong of them, and I'm sorry you have to go through that. I don't know why people say such things sometimes.

[min3nc]

interesting facts about my family:

the matriarch, my grandpa’s mother, was a prostitute named Empress (Emperatriz) not a stage name. that’s her actual name. it’s a cool ass name btw.

we’re, as some DNA test my brother did some time ago out of curiosity say, related to Chile’s conqueror Pedro de Valdivia.

my grandpa once got a call from argentina, and i was close enough to hear (plus his phone was really loud lol) how some dude said “Mr Santander? Yes, I’ve called you to tell you that you’re my brother on (their father side).”. My grandpa went “ah, am too old to do this shit again.” and hung up. he already did it with two of his brothers btw, some guys he met and the 3 of them went “yooo we all look the same! we pass off as brothers hahaha! crazy!” before they realized that they had the same mother.

my cousin was the second case in chile for aneurysm in children. my aunt was the first recorded aneurysm case in her town. my cousin’s daughter has an aneurysm lodged in her spine and is the only case in chile to have that condition. my dad’s ex wife once was, very rudely, joking about how our family seems to bring aneurysms to people. she had one a few years later.

all of the women in our family have almost been nuns. I don’t know why we never committed. I just know that none of us ever finish the communal studies. my middle brother was also almost a pastor but also didnt end up committing and also almost got kicked out of his school because he wrote “Nun (name) likes ‘em veiny.”. we’re all agnostic btw.

my older brother ended up marrying a woman whose parents were my grandparent’s best friends when they were teens. they even have pictures together! the interesting thing is that this isn’t the first time it’s happened, as my mom and dad got married and only then did my grandparents realize they ALL knew each other, and both my grandpa’s had actually known one another for years, bc they had founded a fire station together, and my paternal grandpa has a pic of him holding my mom!

my mom has had many boyfriends and lovers who are rich, famous and important. she still married my dad, for some reason. One of his boyfriends went to become a SENATOR, another a Succesfull ATHLETE, and another one’s an actor. my dad sometimes can’t breathe in his sleep. my mom is still madly in love with him even though they’re divorced and have been divorced for almost 20 years.

my brother once escaped our house to go “adventuring” and ended up in Bolivia. no one knew where he was until he crashed into my dad and his ex-wife; or, at the time, his side-chick. awkward

anyways. why did i feel the need to write all of these? idk. i was simply talking with my grandma and we had a laugh over these. have fun.

[vitos-ordination-song]

There’s lots of things I could note about my Evangelical upbringing but I’d say one of the ways that adults demonstrated their authority was by restricting normal child behaviors and enforcing boredom. That’s true of child socialization in many places around the world, especially in school contexts, but mine had that religious dimension. And it was something my parents enjoyed doing.

It wasn’t until the last few years that I realized that other churches didn’t have hour+ long sermons. And mine were always boring. I actually loved the music, I think my church had good music esp for the type of church it was, its parent church was way more megachurch shit. But the sermons were devoid of meaning or always on the same 2 facile themes, always a white male 40s-70s preacher. I don’t remember any hate spewing from the pulpit or anything much political, but I could be forgetting things bc 1) I was young and indoctrinated myself, 2) I just don’t remember the sermons at all bc there was nothing to them! Not a one was memorable or stuck with me. So every church service turned into me sitting and staring at the ceiling. I remember some people came and went from the auditorium but my parents judged them and forced us to attend even tho most other parents allowed their kids to go to the kid services (I went to them sometimes but I remember a particular episode where my dad forced me to stay in the service even tho it started snowing and all the other kids went outside!! It barely snowed where I grew up I was so pissed).

School had its normal boringness and in elementary/middle school i only had occasional religious services in school. But then in high school I went to a MUCH worse school, both educationally and politically. And my first school taught young earth creationism so that should tell you something. The religious service was held weekly, had AWFUL modern Christian rock, and featured manipulative youth pastor speakers or testaments. Their speeches were usually at least 30 minutes and sometimes strayed into hate or politics or shaming. Then at this school I had to go to Christian retreats where they tried to psychologically break you down through music and manipulation, they made us do awful games and “team building exercises,” and the sermons were THREE TO SIX HOURS A DAY. One of the preachers my first year went on a rant about how God knew if you were “in this room right now” and didn’t believe in him. It freaked me out because I wasn’t a Christian by the end of middle school and I’d gone to this school against my will, which made everything worse! I had mental a breakdown every time I was on that trip.

My parents would do stuff like make us sit and watch long boring movies or Christian/political propaganda. I was taken to an anti-Obama movie which played into the “he might be Muslim” thing, I was forced to watch PragerU at the dinner table, I was forced to watch a creationist movie, I had to listen to Rush Limbaugh until I literally cut my parents off bc they were obsessed w him, and I saw Dennis Prager himself live with my mom, against my will, with one of her ghoulish friends! Beyond all that boring and stressful waste of time, my parents also forced us to sit at the dinner table “as a family” most nights. We had to eat even if we didn’t want to and sometimes talk if we didn’t want to; other times we were expected to stay silent. Usually dinner was longer than an hour, often marked by adult outbursts or childish fighting (w each other or parents). You had to sit at the table until you finished everything they told you you had to finish. So more just sitting around because someone has arbitrary control.

It’s no wonder i had to completely remake my personality, learn everything over again, and get out of that environment to be who I really wanted to be. And also no wonder that I now try to keep myself occupied if not always plugged in.

[mikauhso]

Sorta related but also a couple tangents within my story of realizing I was free:

I was born to parents who are Korean Immigrants, and though one of them now hates immigrants (specifically the folks who come south of the border though I bet most of them are lovely) but that’s a story for another day.

They were both part of the church, and that was where a lot of my Korean community came from and still comes from as I’m working to fully separate myself from them. I’m still not totally sure about what I believe or not, but I do need to get out.

And separation is kinda difficult bc I see so many other poc communities being able to rally to each other in solidarity and support regardless of religion and here I am, trying to run from mine. And sometimes it hurts to think about but I know if I stay that’ll only hurt more, especially because I’m trans.

My church has recently started getting more and more queerphobic and that was my warning that it was time to go. And I’ve been actively bailing on my college group who for some damn reason keeps trying to get me to go socialize with them and do campus ministry all while I’d much rather be hanging with my queer friends from college. But I digress

My moment of realization came in bits starting I think as early as elementary school when i started feeling like I was trans but didn’t have the words to express it bc those words were kept from me. Like some forbidden fruit that they feared would make me something better than what I was. And so I continued. Later it was a friend talking about Steven Universe, or hearing about and reading Simon vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda, followed by a rabbit hole into queer cartoons sparked by High Guardian Spice of all things. And slowly I realized that it was all just this.

This.

This cheap carnival ride that id been on for years, spewing the same lines every cycle and adding new, more insidious phrases as if it were haunted.

God loves you and forgives you.

We’re not like the other religions.

All you need to do is accept Christ

So you’ve accepted Christ? Don’t you want to do something now? Isn’t your heart just so filled with joy? Serve him.

Serve him.

You have no free will. Everything is as god intended unless you act against him. That’s all you. Only you. But he is still in control

Sacrifice your life and time and personality for him.

Give up your own identity as someone queer. That’s being courageous

Go bring others to the church so we can save them too

If you don’t do this you’re a failure as a Christian why are you even here?

Like if you look back on it, things progress from sweet and rosy to being so so so much more insidious at my church and I’m sure many others and it drives me nuts that I didn’t notice it before, but i have to remind myself that being raised in this manner didn’t help my perception.

It wasn’t until college I realized I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to do this. And one day as I was sitting in the pews I realized it was all a sham. The words the pastor spoke were against everything I’d believed in, everything I was taught to believe there too. And then I was free. I can’t physically leave due to some external circumstances involving my family but the part that mattered was free.

And boy am I glad it is

Do I think there’s something out there still? Maybe. But that’s a problem for Future Sasha. For now I’m unpacking everything that happened during the 17 years I was taught that only Christian’s were god’s chosen and that everyone else is a sinner bound for hell.

On a side note, remember what I said about community? The same thing goes for family. My parents have made being Christian such a core part of their lives it’s hard to discuss science or queerness or law without them interjecting religion into it. And I can understand that to a point but I wish there were some way to talk to just. The person. Not the parent who’s predestined and called by some higher power. Just. My mom. And my dad. And maybe someday that’ll happen. But that’s also a problem for future Sasha

hey beloved gremlins of the web site.

I’m pondering escape and freedom from the psychological torture of fundamentalism this fine evening, and if you too escaped that maze, tell me about it.

Among people who grew up in fundamentalist religious environments and ended up leaving, you hear a lot, and rightfully so, about the trauma and grief and lost experiences of growing up that way.

I could tell you all those tales, but not now.

What about the feeling of the crack in the rigid little box, the realization the horizon is not a boundary but a portal, the sudden expansion of the self, your past self, that had the courage and boldness to say fuck it and walk out?

I had a few such moments, but the most vivid was a day in October of 2009. I had ridden my old mountain bike to a Campus Outreach event near the U of M campus. Campus Outreach was the college ministry of Bethlehem Baptist Church in Minneapolis, the deeply dysfunctional, patriarchal, and white supremacist church I grew up in.

We played Ultimate Frisbee, a game I hated. As I had for almost my entire time in church culture, I stayed on the sidelines, body buzzing with restless energy, which I now recognize as intuition, telling me to leave, that that place held nothing for me.

I finally, fully, listened. I made some excuse, got on my bike, and rode away. It was raining. And do you know what it fucking felt like?

It felt like that part in Pilgrim’s Progress, when Pilgrim loses his big bag of sins. I felt like I’d lost 70lb of dead weight, physically. I felt the restlessness subside, replaced by euphoria. No one could make me go back, and no one had any real leverage, except fear, and that was feeling like a rotten thread instead of the thick rope it used to be.

I rode back to the West Bank through Dinkytown in a haze of happiness. I was free. I’d freed myself. I hung around church with my family for awhile, out of guilt and habit, but that was the beginning of the end, and the birth of every other beginning: being bisexual, being nonbinary, being non-monogamous, leaving Christianity fully, changing almost every single political view I held, allowing myself to be the artist who had been pounding on the walls since I could hold a crayon. Changing myself and being changed so radically that it still makes my head spin, well over a decade later.

Fundie Christians love the narrative that someone who left Christianity was tempted, corrupted, deceived. In reality I’d realized I could fit thru the bars of the cage, the prison guard was a dead scarecrow husk, and the big scary gate was barred with a toothpick.

And since that day, I can tell you from the deepest part of my soul: every part of my life got better. Every single thing.

So tell me, where were you when you realized you were free?

[gumbxz]

steve harrington x ex!friend reader pt2

so this is part 2 to this juan!! so if you haven’t read that one yet, you should def read it now !! but yah !

also reader is very much still latina heheha oh and for my own personal reasons i am making this a prom segment (bc i didn’t get my happy ending on prom💔) but enjoy.

genre// angst, fluff, healing!! steve being a simp, also readers partner is actually not as nice as we think lol

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prom was coming up. your mind was all over the place. not just prom in general but, other things were making prom seem as not so nice..your mind was mostly focused on your own personal problems.

majority of these problems being about your partner and steve. and what dress you wanted to wear. why did you have to dress up in general? you had no idea what to wear. you had no idea if your partner even wanted to go to prom with you. which was making you look like a total fool infront of their front porch.

you decided to walk the entire way from your home to their house. you weren’t sure if they were home though. but you decided to knock and see.

the door opened, but the only person that appeared was their parents. who absolutely loved you.

“oh ! hey y/n. what brings you here? you looking for my kid?”

“yeah- have you seen them?”

“hm, i just saw them up and leave, asked em where, they said the arcade place?”

the arcade? of all places..? they hated video games, even though it was the thing you absolutely loved. it was the thing that you enjoyed doing every time you finished school and didn’t wanna go home immediately. so you went to the arcade to pass the time.

“alright, thank you. i appreciate it a lot.”

“of course! tell ‘em i said they better come home so we can go shopping for prom. it’s in just a week.”

prom? i thought they didn’t wanna go to prom. because it was ‘too expensive’. you’ve got a lot of questions on your mind.

now was the time to really get in your car and drive there like a crazy woman. you weren’t entirely sure if they were even telling you the truth anymore. they’ve always given you excuses about where they were going. you feel so stupid because only now you’re starting to catch on.

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steve and robin were mindlessly watching the tv screen, they were watching some romance comedy that just was awful.

“i mean, they’re both totally in love with each other- the literal hots for another but they can’t because like, she’s a nun and he’s a priest.”

robin vented to steve about how it was.

“well then again, it’s some movie from the 50s. and it’s in spanish. good thing we got subtitles for it.”

“hey- don’t you understand some spanish already steevo?

“uhh… only a little, i haven’t practiced in 2 years.”

“really? what are they saying now—without looking at the subtitles!!”

she sternly spoke as he groaned and looked at the screen, ignoring the texts that would pop up as they spoke.

“oh but brother, we’re both children of god. and what if the pastor finds out about our forbidden love.”

he says with a very low effort tone, not putting in any energy for the characters.

then robin and steve saw you dramatically pull up and parked infront of family video. kicking your door open and slamming it shut.

“woah, wonder what that’s about. ey stevie?“

you were pissed. no beyond pissed. what was this asshole doing at the fucking video store? probably with some bitch. and oh if he was, you would’ve killed him by burning his tongue off.

you swing the door open to the arcade and everyone is too busy on their games. luckily you spot your partner. and you were right. they were with someone at least 2 years younger then you both. most likely a sophmore from one of their classes.

you make your way to them and give your partner a tap on the shoulder, making them turn. and their smile immediately drops.

“so since when did you start playing video games? video games like galaga?”

“oh! hey babes i’m uh- just showin my underclassmen some games that i- uh we ! enjoy playing.”

“hm that’s a fat fuckin lie. your lips are swollen. did a bee stab your thin fuckin lips or something?”

their underclassmen slowly left, backing away from the scene as they watch everything unfold.

“look. it’s nothing okay. i dunno what’s got your panties in a twist.” they move to continue playing the game, but you quickly snap and bang your hand against the game. drawing attention to you two now.

“no. don’t fucking lie to me pinche cabron. i went to your fucking house and asked your daddy where you were! and then he told me you two were gonna go prom shopping, hm. last thing i remember is my partner telling me they didn’t wanna go to prom! that sounds funny.”

“hey. look alright. you caught me. i was gonna go to prom but i just-“

“-what you just what?”

“i didn’t wanna be seen with you.”

un-fucking-believable.

who the fuck does this puta madre thing they is, huh? oh they are gonna regret it.

you took a deep breath and smile and just walk away before you did anything else. then they started chasing after you.

you push the door open and they follow you to your car. where it was parked infront of family video.

“hey hey! y/n, don’t be bitchy for just this moment. just listen to me—“

“—no ! i’m not gonna stand here and look fucking stupid. i’m not gonna take things like a dumb bitch. because i’m not like that.”

“baby please-“

they go to hold your shoulders and that was what made you snap. you backhanded the shit out of them and send them tumbling to their ass.

robin and steve were witnessing everything. and as you slapped them. they both let out a groan, knowing it was for real gonna leave a mark. to be fair, steve thought it was a little hot. robin did too

you look down at them and spit on their shoes. then you feel someone watching you and turn to look at the family video clerks. glaring at steve and he softy looks at yours. you were so intimidating to him. you always were, well. not at the very first.

steve knew you had a soft side to you, you only ever shown it to people you cared for. you were the biggest sweetheart when you both were younger. but that all changed as you both got older. both of you changed but, there was still that side that you both had when you were younger.

steve wanted to run out and beat the shit out of that guy and hug and kiss you but, he knew it wasn’t the right time for that.

you didn’t know if you wanted to snap at steve or cry to him and be like ‘baby come back!!’ but no- you refused that inner need.

you turn swiftly and enter your car. flicking your partner off as they were still maybe crying like a bitch on the floor.

steve had it real bad now

“hey steve- you should like, ask her to prom now.”

“what? robin no- it’s too soon.”

“too soon my ass, she just dumped that asshole! you should at least ask her out on the night of prom or some shit.”

“hey- you better at least help me.”

“help you? no no, i wasn’t planning on going anyway. i got better things to do like uh.. work?”

“boo. you’re no fun. well i guess this bird just left his nest now.” steve said as he watches you drive away.

“don’t ever call yourself that.”

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prom was starting and you were staring at yourself in the dress. your hand goes to fix your hair. it was put up but your curls looks absolutely gorgeous in the messy bun. you blow a strand of hair out of your face and try to hide it.( i feel like she would use her moms dress- but minus the gloves and hair crown thing lol)

“ay mija!! are you ready yet?”

“not yet mama. i’m just adding a lil extra stuff.”

the only extra thing was lipgloss. which boomed your look more. and to add extra flavor. you added silver earrings on both ears. you felt like you needed a bit more. your mom was getting impatient or excited and opened the door.

“ma, i’m not done yet—“

“mija! you look so beautiful. papa! get over here and look at our daughter, she’s so beautiful.”

you hear your father running down the hall and coming to a halt as soon as he sees you.

“aw, my sweet hermosa. you remind me of your mother with the way you look in that dress.”

“ay, she looks better then me.”

“nonsense! the original still is better to me.”

“wow papa, you’re so charming. well, do i look ready?”

your parents think for a moment, till your mom gets a bright idea. “wait! one final touch.”

she began jogging away to her shared bedroom. you and your papa began to speak to one another.

“so, you dumped them?”

“yeah, they were a lying bas- they weren’t honest with me, and i didn’t like it.”

“aw princesa. do not worry, someone will come treat you right, i can feel it in my-“

“-here my nina!!”

your mom showed you a necklace that looked older then you, which made you exclaim.

“mama! what is this?”

“it belonged to your abuela, then it was my sisters, and then it was mine— but not it’s yours !”

“and then you pass it to your daughters blah blah, you know how it work mija.” your father said as he rested a hand on your mothers shoulder, rubbing his thumb in circles against her.

“mama- it’s so beautiful, i- thank you.”

de nada, now hurry up so we can take pictures at your school! we wanna see you before you go party.”

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prom was in its full galore. at least it couldn’t get more ‘magical’ then it already was. you had to pick up your dress as you walk, and these heels were killing you. why did they have to be so pointy looking? you prefer being barefoot anyway.

everyone was having a blast but you didn’t seem to be in the mood. you thought you’d have the energy and excitement, but you feel so overwhelmed and drained. you sat against a wall, near the punch and only stood up occasionally to refill the cup that was in your hand.

you noticed a shadow making their way to you. unable to recognize their face from how dark it was in there. especially where you were sitting.

“what are you doing here all on your own?”

it was steve? it was steve! it was steve.

you didn’t need this right now, but a small part of you really did need it.

“well, i don’t have much friends anyway. other then robin, you know how it’s been. i don’t get along with others.”

“yeah true, you just got that vibe.”

“what vibe?”

“there it is.” he sits next to you and you adjust your sitting position a little. you shake your head and look at him. this made his heart beat and started making him stutter.

“s-so, heard you and your uh partner broke up. that slap was definitely deserved.”

“yeah, we’re done. didn’t like the way they treated me.”

“i thought you guys were like good, what happened?”

“nah, we were always having problems but wanted to be seen as a cute happy couple.”

you say staring straight ahead at everyone taking their group and couple photos. getting a little envious. steve noticed this and began to speak.

“you wanna take pictures?”

“i know that shits not free, i didn’t bring money.”

“hey, i got it covered.”

“steve you don’t have to-“

“-no, i have to. now c’mon let’s go.” he gets up and offers you a hand. you listen to your intrusive thoughts and take his hand, getting up and following him through the crowd of people.

you both stop to a halt. there was a long line for just photos and you notice a you were both walking through the crowd he had been hiding a small clear case from you. you decided to bring it up.

“hey, watchu got there?”

you look down at the box, and he noticed before showing you slowly. it was a white corsage. you noticed the white boutonnière on his tuxedo, maybe he did have a date? why else would he have had it.

“oh yeah, that! it was uh, for my date- actually i didn’t have a date in the first place haha. just thought maybe someone would you know, wanted to be.”

he said with embarrassment, flipping his hair to the side. you felt bad that not a single person had asked to be his prom date. then a bright idea came to mind.

“well, i don’t have a date either. you wanna be mine?”

“huh? me- be yours? uh yeah! totally.”

he got all excited after realizing and began unboxing the corsage from the plastic case. you bring your wrist to him and he gently takes it. your skin felt so nostalgic to him. he got a bit distracted till you cleared your throat.

“hey um, i wanted to ask.”

“yeah y/n?”

“actually, nevermind. it’s dumb.”

you bring your hand back away from his and play with the petals of the corsage, being careful to not tear it. steve wasn’t sure what you asked or said but is sure not to push you into anything you’re uncomfortable with.

“alright, next!”

the cameraman shouted and you and steve both walked forward. he looked at you and gave you a confused look.

“well, what are you two just standing there for? aren’t you two a couple or something? do some cute couple stuff!”

steve was about to interrupt but you just shook your head and made steve stand there while you went on the other side of him and brought a hand to his chest while the other was on his shoulder. you look up at steve. “just put your hand on my hip, okay?”

“y-yeah! okay.”

he was sweating badly. and i mean badly. you almost felt bad, because he shakily put a hand to rest on your hip, and he was trying hard not to death grip that shit. you look up at him. “you’re not gonna hurt me, stevie. just pretend for now.”

he fully rested his hand on your hip and sighs. he nods his head and looks up at the camera, you doing the same.

“alright, so you guys got your 3 poses in mind?”

“yes we do.”

“alright, smile or something. cheeseee~”

the cameraman said with 0 enthusiasm. you give a soft smile while steve smiles and the light flashes.

the moment felt real. and sweet. and it felt very much needed.

🔆🔆🔆🔆🔆

through out the rest of the prom night you and steve had been catching up and talking about whatever really. it felt good. and you’ve never gelt this happy in a while.

“that’s crazy, you’re like a mom to those kids.”

“yeah i know, but i don’t get why it always needs to be me.”

“well, because you take good care of them. you’d make a pretty good dad someday.”

“you think so?”

“i know so.”

he gives you that look that always made you fall for him. it’s happening all over again. you didn’t try fighting it but you just enjoyed the moment you two shared. the music begins to numb in the background. you move closer to steve as so does he. hands coming in contact with each other. shoulders pressing up against another and your head slowly turns.

“hey, y/n..”

“yes, steve?”

“i think- i think you’re a great person. and i-“

the music suddenly changes and a slow dance song begins to play, everyone getting up from their seats to dance with their dates.

“oh, it’s time to slow dance i guess. you wanna go dance and maybe you’ll be able to figure out what you wanna say after.”

you get up and he looks so sad, but he nods his head and follows you. both of you hand in hand.

you smoothly move his hands to your hips and he gulps and holds you, while you sway your hips and slide your hands against his shoulders and he looks at you differently.

steve’s mind his telling him all kinds of things like:

i should kiss her. i want to kiss her. no i don’t want to. i need to kiss her

i want to get married to her and have a family with her. i’d do all the work while all she had to do was rest forever.

i hope she feels the same way too. i should apologize to her from the dumb mistake i did. i should apologize for everything.

she looks so pretty. no not pretty. absolutely gorgeous.

you smile as you two dance, moving side to side with one another. you didn’t care. in fact you both didn’t care. the only thing you cared about was the moment you two were sharing. this very moment was the moment that will never leave your lives. this was the moment that brought you two together.

“the thing i wanted to tell you was, is that. i’m sorry, y/n. for everything. and i want to be with you.”

steve spoke to you and you knew his words were true.

“i want to be with you. i can’t get enough of you, can’t stop thinking about you. i want to spend the rest of my life with you. it sounds dumb and unrealistic but, i never want to leave your side.”

“steve- i -.”

“you don’t have to say anything, if you don’t have anything to say.”

“no it’s not that, i m happy. i’m happy you feel the same as i do. and i want to be with you. i wanna do cute shit with you. and i just want to be close to you.”

“you really feel that way too?”

“i’ve always felt that way stevie. i’ve loved you from the very beginning.”

“can i like. kiss you?”

“i thought you’d never ask.”

you smile. he releases his hold on your hips and brings both of his hands to the side of your face and and brings you in for a kiss. his nose brushing against yours before interlocking his lips with yours. your hands move to rest on top of his as you both shared a kiss while the music plays in the distance.

🔆🔆🔆🔆🔆

happily ever after i guess heheha sorry this took so long yall. i’ve been working hella and have major burn out from like everything really lmao i hope this is alright 💔there might be plenty of spelling errors but idc lol -gummies

[vaspider]

Oh, is that what that ask was supposed to be, some kind of gotcha against Harris?

Hunh. So, like. Just so we're all on the same page, here, I'm not the person to bring those kind of gotcha things to, bc they're gonna bounce off of me every time.

For years, I've talked about how my in-laws are the reason I don't buy the whole "they're too old to change." Y'see, in the 90s, Dad was super homophobic to Emet when Emet came out to him, and both he & Mom were Baptists and involved in a really repressive church. In the mid-aughts, Dad started agitating for women to be able to be both lay leadership and pastors. When that didn't happen, they left their church and - after a couple of years of wandering between churches - joined a First Century church with a trans woman pastor. During that time, Dad and I were talking a lot. He knew I was queer, and I watched him grapple with the harm he'd done. I watched Mom & Dad take in "our girls," a pair of trans women refugees from Central America, and see them through getting their legal status settled. I watched Dad reach out to my parents to witness to them about "being loving and Christian" when my daughter came out as trans. And I was happy to get pictures last year of the Pride float for their church that Mom helped decorate and ride on.

That's teshuvah, and it's central to the Jewish concept of forgiveness.

So it's always gonna bounce off me if the whole "gotcha" is "a long time ago, these people were part of [shitty organization]* and therefore everything they touch is tainted by their presence." And yeah, Trump is so fucking far outside the realm of acceptability that finally seeing people "on the right**" say that is a relief, honestly.

* Yes, there are exceptions. Don't be exhausting.

** Yes, I know that the US as a whole is pretty much all right wing compared to the rest of the world.

Anyway. Like i said. Maybe their grandkids will visit.

Sir, apparently Reagan staffers are supporting Kamala Harris. How does that make you feel?

Well, maybe their grandkids will visit.

[ot3-watch]

Episode 3: The Wedding Job

And so we begin the “The Network Fucked Up” saga with episode 7 which is SUPPOSED to be episode 3. 

Huge men drinking out of tiny teacups is hilarious and will never stop being so. 

Nate, stop being such a control freak. “I thought I pick the clients” DUDE CHILL

“No more, no less” honey you getting much more

“We’ll get back to you” FUCK YOU NATE

PARKER LOVES KIDS EPISODE 1

NATE IF YOU HAD FOUND THIS CASE YOU’D TAKE IT IN AN INSTANT YOU’RE JUST MAD YOU DIDN’T FIND IT

FBI!!! TAGGERT AND MCSWEETEN!! AHH OKAY I LOVE THEM

“They just need validation” BITCH ME TOO THE FUCK

TODAY IN THEY MAKE PEOPLE LOOK UNNECESSARILY STUPID

Hardison is so gregarious it’s so amazing to watch

“I don’t have to type anything right” oh my god

TAPES! “HARDISON HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WALK OUT OF THE FBI OFFICES WITH A BOX FULL OF TAPES?” “pUNCH someBODY!” “oh I’m gonna PUNCH SOMEBODY” God i love them

Jersey Boys I can’t, it’s terrible guys. Do mobsters have no taste

Oh look, it’s that woman who’s in EVERYTHING

What is Parker wearing on her head

Everyone talks about bridezillas, but no one talks about mother of the bridezillas. 

WHY DIDN’T THEY HIRE A WEDDING PLANNER IN THE FIRST PLACE

SOPHIE FOCUSING ON HER PERSONAL PROBLEMS WITH NATE INSTEAD OF THE JOB EPISODE 1

ELIOT THE CHEF EPISODE 1

HOLY SHIT I LOVE HIM

ELIOT GETTING TOO ATTACHED TO HIS COVER STORY AND FORGETTING ABOUT THE JOB EPISODE 1

He’s so mad that she doesn’t like it I lovehim I LOVE HIM I FUCKING LOVE ELIOT SPENCER

“Imagine if we had bugs planted all over the house” WHY THE FUCK DON’T YOU

How the fuck is the dress so ugly? WHY IS THAT WHAT THEY WANT? WHO WEARS PINK RUCHED SATIN WITH BLUE FLOWERS

I mean, other than, like, me @6 years old. But really, no one should be wearing the clothes I wore at 6 years old. 

Also it’s just.. the worst length. Like if it was a long dress it might be better. 

Nate the pastor episode 1

God that future son in law seems like a dream guy I love him

Maria Moscone deserves better than her scumbag parents let’s be real

SOPHIE TAKING THINGS TOO PERSONALLY AND GETTING THE WAY OF THE JOB

THIS!!! THIS IS WHY THE NETWORK ORDER MAKES NO SENSE!!! THIS HERE’S AN AIMEE REFERENCE BUT IF THEY’D ALREADY DONE THE TWO HORSE JOB, HARDISON WOULD’VE KNOWN ABOUT HER AND NOT ASKED

“What did you do?” “Me? I liberated CROATIA!” *angry apple bite* i CAN’T I LOVE HIM

DO PEOPLE NOT KNOW PARKER ISN’T A BRIDESMAID? HOW IS THAT DRESS FOOLING ANYONE

Hardison in love with Parker is so pure

… Okay but shouldn’t maria and blonde n’ bitchy know that Parker isn’t a bridesmaid? Wouldn’t the other bridesmaids know? Why does no one in the wedding party question ANYTHING?

HARDISON’S SCARF THOUGH

WHY IS HER MOTHER WEARING WHITE?? WHO WEARS WHITE TO A WEDDING WTF

MARIA MOSCONE DESERVES BETTER

SOPHIE FUCK OFF!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS RIGHT NOW?? THIS ISN’T IMPORTANT SOPHIE!! SOPHIE STOP IT!! SOPHIE SHUT UP!

M A R I A M O S C O N E D E S E R V E S B E T T E R

The Butcher of Kiev is the best subplot of this episode but HOW THE FUCK DID THEY ALL KNOW HE AND ELIOT HAD A PAST

Sophie is so fucking annoying in this episode I hate her right now

THESE PEACHES AREN’T GONNA POACH THEMSELVES PARKER

OH MY GOD NATE SHUT UP

NATE SHUT UP

NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR THIS NATE

SHUT THE FUCK UP NATE

THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOU NATE

“In my day, no one would do business at their daughter’s wedding” WELL THEN DON’T DO BUSINESS 

Parker’s face smushed against the glass is great

Ahh yes, you don’t get the money so you SHOOT THE BRIDE. Because THAT’s not gonna cause a scene and get you arrested. 

OK be honest is there anyone who was surprised by the wife being responsible? Bc I’m not

Eliot’s face is like “TFW the guy whose face you burned shows up at a wedding you’re supposed to be pretending to but actually are catering with a cleaver and backup and the overwhelming urge to kill you”

I know that’s super specific but that’s what it is

Parker’s really good at playing drunk

But also, why did they not question what she was doing behind the curtain

Like she just happened to appear after they were finished talking about VERY ILLEGAL THINGS and they aren’t at all suspicious?

Also, Parker using Hardison as a cover is just… I love it. 

You’re laughing. Eliot brought a whisk to a knife fight and you’re laughing. 

The saddest part is Eliot has any sort of cooking implement. You should be terrified right now

Okay so let me get this straight. A guy is StrANGLING you, you get your hands on a rolling pin, and your instinct isn’t, “hey, I can use this rolling pin to clobber him over the head,” the instinct is “Let me use this rolling pin to get my hands on the appetizers?” Like, yes, lemon juice, but also ROLLING PINS ARE HEAVY AND YOU COULD AT LEAST KNOCK THE GUY OUT

But no, let me shove fucking MUSHROOMS in his eyes because otherwise how else would we get the symmetry of the butcher yelling “IT BUUUURRRNNNNSS” both times he fights Eliot

And then he uses the fucking serving tray to bonk him on the head INSTEAD OF THE DUCKING ROLLING PIN

LIKE SERIOUSLY HAVE YOU EVER USED A ROLLING PIN AS A WEAPON

I’M NOT SAYING I HAVE BUT OUCH

Like, just… If I had a choice between being hit over the head with a thin sheet of metal or a log of wood with metal inside it, I’d pick the sheet, because at least that one has some give. 

“It’s the lemon juice” How does Eliot make that sound badass

“You just kill a guy with an appetizer?” How the FUCK WOULD YOU KNOW THAT??

WHY DOES NO ONE ASSUME A ROLLING PIN WOULD BE AN OKAY WEAPON

Or like LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE IN THAT KITCHEN. THERE ARE CAST IRON PANS IN THAT KITCHEN. Or just liek… regular pans. HAVE YOU EVER DROPPED A NONSTICK PAN ON YOUR FOOT? IT FUCKING HURTS?? WHY IS THE APPETIZER YOUR FIRST INSTINCT NATE

Also, he’s clearly not dead. What the fuck

“I don’t know, maybe” I KNOW AND tHE ANSWER IS NO YOU OBVIOUSLY DIDN”T

...who honeymoons in Kansas? Is that a thing? 

They are a very cute couple i’ve gotta be honest

“Exactly what denomination are you reverend?” He isn’t

“You’re not Mary Poppins, youre a bitch” Okay pot. Okay. 

LITERALLY THAT FUCKING HANDBAG WOULD AHVE MADE A BETTER WEAPON THAN THE MUSHROOMS

How does Hardison remember all those numbers? He didn’t even hear a bunch of them, but he takes the book out so slowly? DOES HARDISON HAVE AN EIDETIC MEMORY? WHY IS THAT NOT A PLOT POINT MORE OFTEN

Like I’m just saying, someone tries to tell me their phone number more than 3-4 numbers at a time and I get confused. But hardison just… remembers

What happened to the cash? The daughter gets the fucking wedding present she DESERVES for putting up with her awful parents that’s what

Hardison appreciating Eliot’s cooking is EVERYTHING

“I left him five dollars for socks” Well everyone needs socks. 

Okay wait I just had a thought

If Nate isn’t an actual Reverend, is that marriage even legal? Does Nate just happen to also be a legally ordained minister? Did they have to get him an online ordainment? WhY did we not see that scene? WHAT IF HE’S NOT AND THEY AREN’T ACTUALLY MARRIED

And today on “I clearly think far too much about these things”

PARKER WIth KIDS IS EVERYTHING

Eliot cooking for his family I love it

ELIOT IN A TANK TOP I LOVE IT

Was Eliot’s arms the most important part of this scene? Probably not

Is it the only thing I care about? ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY

I”M A SIMPLE GIRL AND HE HAS VERY NICE ARMS OKAY

Final thoughts: 9/10. I love this episode so much guys. Points off because really who the fuck wears white to a wedding. I know that’s the point but its very off putting. Also for the bridesmaid dresses because they were ugly as sin. Actual point off for the wife secretly being awful. Very predictable, ew. Extra points for Chef!Eliot. Extra points for Eliot’s arms. Points off for Nate and Sophie being completely insufferable. Extra points for Parker being great in this episode. Points off for the FUCKING ROLLING PIN YES I’M STILL ANGRY DONT @ ME. Extra points for Eliot killing a man with an appetizer because it’s still funny. Extra points for no IYS or Sam references THANK THE FUCKING LORD. Or, at least, if there was, i didn’t notice, meaning it wasn’t egregious so whatever. So yeah, anyway I really fucking love this episode. 

IYS Count: 2/3

Sam Count: 2/3  AND WE ARE ALL BETTER OFF FOR IT

[mercenaryflower]

My Re-Introduction

 My name is Tiger, at least what I most like to be referred to as. I also like Merc, or in terms of “normal” names, Leo. I have been going by Lily for over a decade. (I’m 22 & I named myself on Flipnote Studios when I was 10 as it was my first online safe space) At the time, I wanted desperately to be seen as dainty, pretty, or even desirable, bc I had always been seen as ugly& fat. 4 years later I was introduced to the queer community by my first high school friend. I was sheltered, home-schooled on & off, made to go to church regularly, but they showed me a world where I finally felt I belonged. I followed them on Tumblr, as well as many other queer fandom people, learned abt gender identity, pronouns, the difference between sexuality & romantic orientation, even polyamory. (but I didn’t explore that outside my fantasies until I was an adult) I stumbled across the first term that fit my identity: bigender. It was easy to say I was simply both and I stayed that way for a couple years.

 Naturally, I grew, and I found I enjoyed being referred to as ‘he’ so I felt I identified more as a trans boy. I went all in, changed my preferred name to Leon, chopped off my hair as short as I was allowed, gradually getting it just below a pixie cut (with bangs) even bought a binder. not too long after, the pastor at my church decided to hold a very special sermon. all abt how being gay and the lgbt community was sinful, and that we shouldn't fall prey to the seduction of the devil. 🙄 I cried in a pew after service. I was part of the choir. he came over and asked me what was wrong, and I told him I was just fine, bc I knew I’d never have the guts to tell a self-righteous man like him. I lost all my faith in the church that day, I even got into Wicca through an ex-girlfriend, but I ended up being a non-religious pagan.

 It was rough after that. transitioning & finding love were my two pillars keeping me alive. I was taken advantage of by a long-time crush, my high school said I’d be better off in the military, so I dropped out. I came out to my mom & sister in a fit of rage. for a while it seemed they would support me, but the subject fell silent like it had never been brought up at all & I was cornered into an expectation to be perfect, pretending to be cis, straight, & christian. all I had was my online circles. I ended my 1st adult relationship, entering a new one without letting them know how I identified. it was a triad situation, an extremely toxic introduction to my poly life, but things gradually got better after that. I stayed with one of the partners in a monogamous way, we got married, had a couple of kids, but things were so off, pretending to be something I wasn’t.

 I was lucky, I really was. I’m still with them, my anchor partner & co-parent. I was the first to bring up poly after a year & a half, that I wanted it in a different way, dating as individuals, ethical non-monogamy, that was the easy part. even my attraction to women was easy to express, but I kept my identity locked tight. until my partner started exploring with their identity, eventually coming out to everyone. I supported them openly, and gave it a lot of time before bringing up at least a bit of my own identity, presenting as an extremely feminine non-binary she/they person, but it wasn’t enough. and I hadn’t gave myself room to think abt that until recently. I know my identity is pretty elaborate & nonsensical, but I’m feeling myself more just by thinking abt it. I’m fluid, both & neither, my gender identity is so much more complicated than a feminine enby, but I’m okay with that. I’m Tiger, I’m a long list of queer, & I go by all pronouns, but I especially love being referred to as he or they, a woman, boy, queen, king, prince, creature, witch, mage, goblin. 

It's not 'perfect' but it's me. more me than I've ever been & I'm willing to put in the effort now to keep in touch with who I am, even if it changes, I won't reject myself as I've been doing for years. I won't force myself to conform, especially in what's supposed to be my safe place. I want my kids to know me, I want my partnerships to be genuine, secure in my identity. I think I've finally figured out what loving myself entails, something that's stumped me my entire life, it finally feels real & obtainable. to love myself completely.

[souichieatr]

—wave, nishinoya y.

in which he meets them in the library.

they/them used , 1,558 words

a/n: kinda rushed the end bc ive been writing this for awhile so pls dont be too disappointed im honestly just trying to get comfortable writing but i hope you enjoy, lower case intended

“why are we even here ryu its summer we should be going to the pool” the smaller boy whined, entering the library with his best friend. “noya i just need to drop off this book for my sister calm down” tanaka sighed “im gonna head to the jump section meet me there” nishinoya said waving off his friend after the comment was acknowledged. looking for the section he caught a glimpse of and intriguing character, he couldnt see them because of all the book they were carrying. walking to them whispering “hey you look like you need help, mind if i?” startled the person jumps a little. “yes please, my coworker just stacked them on top of me” letting a small laugh out, laughing a little with them he took some books off of the pile so they could see. looking at them his breathing hitched, beautiful is all he could think. after a second of him starting the person asked if he was okay, nodding his head smiling “where we headed with these?” lifting his arm. “to the front, these are donations” they said took a step looking back for the male to follow them. he started to make conversation with questions like ‘whyd your coworker leave?’ ‘do you work here?’ ‘what's your name?’ the walk wasnt that long so he couldn't get to know them that much. “i cant believe you work here? its summer you should be out in the sun!” he said whisper-yelling, with a small laugh they replied “well its easy money and i get to stay with the air conditioning i think its a win win.” putting his hand on his chin and closing his eyes, nodding his head with a hum “who am i to criticize someone whos getting that bag, consider me jealous.” getting a buzz from his pocket he took his phone out seeing tanaka asking where he is. “my friend is looking for me, will you give me the pleasure in obtaining your number?” he said looking up at them, they do the same pose he was doing a minute ago. “well you dont seem like a stalker plus i can repay you for helping me, here” they say grabbing the phone from his hand typing their number and naming the contact ‘y/l/n.’ “well mr nishinoya i will expect a response from you soon” they back up leaning on the books. “oh wait i need a contact picture everyone has one in my phone” he says with a little pride, hearing a laugh from them his smile widens “im not taking a picture i look bad right now” they say turning to the books. “fine next time i see you im getting that picture” he says, giving them a wave “bye y/l/n” waving back to him they nod.

looking back on this memory a smile appeared on their face. getting up from the vanity straightening their clothes. “you ready?” their mom asks with a small smile, looking at her baby memories coming back of their first steps, first words, first fall, first lost tooth. breaking from her thoughts to see her child nod. “okay it's almost time you look good honey” she said, walking up to them fixing any mistakes she finds. “wow i cant believe youre leaving me” looking at their mom with an eyebrow raised “hey now dont get upset with me, its yuu’s fault hes the one who proposed” they say with a smile. “well i cant really be mad, he did ask for permission hes such a gentleman” as she finishes a knock at the door alerts both of them. y/n’s friend at the door pops in. “time to shine and make the male cry y/n'' laughing at their own joke, y/n lets go of their moms hand taking a deep breath. “oh gosh dont joke about him crying i know he will'' they say laughing walking to the door. seeing all the decorations theyve picked out, seeing their family and family run around as they walk, everything feeling in slow motion. in their place their dad comes tears in his eyes. “oh dad cmon” they say nudging him. “oh hush your moms already been bugging me let me be” seeing the people in front of them move they start walking in the doors. seeing all the colors and familiar faces of friends of both parties, forward they see him. when they lock eyes his eyes go wide and he straightens up with a smile. getting to the end of the walkway, letting go of their dad and taking his hands. “wow” he says under his breath. the marriage officiant clears his throat, “i dont wish to keep these two waiting any longer lets start”

it didnt take too long keeping it short and getting to the vows. facing him with a smile, seeing him grab a piece of paper. “i actually came prepared im just that cool” showing everyone the paper getting a couple chuckles from the audience, turning back seeing your eyes watch him his smile gets even bigger. “when i first met y/n i didnt really see them, just a pile of books their coworker dumped on them, to this day i will thank that coworker and ryu for dragging me there. while im thanking people i want to thank y/n for being them, they might not see how perfect they are but in my eyes they are, no one could be or even get remotely close to how perfect i see them. i wanna thank their parents too” he says turning to them “i know its not easy to let go but thank you for trusting me to them, i promise to be the best” he says looking at both of them, determination burning in his eyes when he turns back to look at his partner. “i love you y/n now please dont make me cry with all your big words in your vows'' he says closing his eyes and bringing their joined hands to his face kissing their knuckles. chuckling at his words breaking their hands apart they grab a paper. “i make no promises yuu” seeing him deflate a little “ive had people ask me ‘what is love?’ and i never really knew how to answer besides saying ‘you just kinda know’ even looking up on google how to describe love i never really understood what they were trying to say, but now being with yuu i think i can finally grasp what ive been trying to say. being in love with someone is like surfing, your partner being the water and you being the one riding the wave. you approach the water calmy or you can rush into it, and when the wave comes depending on the size it can range from small and gentle or strong and destructive, even if you are a pro surfer you still get waves that you just cant conquer. now why i bring this up? for once in my life i can say im in love, im so helplessly in love with you yuu. youre the gentle warm wave everyone wants even if i do fall i know youll catch me and bring me to the shore, not to sound cringe and cliche but with you i do feel like i can do anything maybe even surf” laughing at your own little joke you take a breath looking up from your paper to see him. the man you didnt think youd, the man youd soon with for the rest of your life. in tears he lets out a chuckle “we can learn together” he says sniffing, taking his hands once again “im in love with you, yuu” seeing his bottom lip tremble “sir can we hurry this up i really need to kiss the love of my life right now” he says in a hushed voice, the pastor laughs and nods, “i dont think we have any objections? alright beautiful, may we have the rings?” turning to your god daughter as she walks with the rings to the front, giving both of your legs a hug she walks back. handing the rings to each of you, “nishinoya yuu do you take y/l/n y/n as your partner in life?” “yes a hundred times” he says in one breath, putting the ring on your left ring finger gently. “y/l/n y/n do you take nishinoya yuu as your life partner?” “yes, i do” coping his motions, interlocking your hands with the biggest smiles on your faces. “i have the honor of announcing you both married yuu you may kiss your partner.” not wasting time he pulls them towards him locking lips. in slow mention it felt like pulling away, the noise from friends and family, him with his eyes swelled up and red from crying, and to the ring on both of your fingers. “wow we're married” is all he says, “wow we're married” they repeat, he turns to the crowd throwing their joined hands “IM MARRIED!!!” receiving a smile and laugh from everyone, his best friend getting up “BRO YOURE MARRIED '' cheers erupt from everyone again, the sound of the waves crashing wasnt far from them and both of them are determined to catch at least one wave.