#eloping it is

[alukaforyou]

omg just got back from tx for a wedding and i feel like my first time flying in 20+ yrs wouldnt have been so fcking awful if i wasnt low key sick :/ or it could be allergies cuz i do have that mildly too but our studio is so fcking cold lately cuz outside temp is 50+ so they dont give us heating but its freeeezing inside the building for some reason. our building is old and so so so so shitty i cant even go into that rn but i wouldnt be surprised if working in that cold ass place got me sick :/ anyways one ear wont pop even tho i did all the tricks & tips so fck me i guess :/

[supine-ly]

Natural selection at its finest

[cloned-sheep97]

Oh you're a queer kid? what's your fav music artist? and don't say...

will wood

will wood and the tapeworms

Tally hall

Miracle musical

mitski

jackstuber

joe hawley

that handsome devil

chonny jash

tom leher

ghost and pals

maretu

6arelyhuman

odetari

penelope scott

rio romeo

cuarteto de nos

riki musso

santiago tavella

laufey

taylor swift

radiohead

marina

weezer

the beatles

tv girl

billie ellish

milk in the microwave

bo burnham

fish in a birdcage

toby fox

lemon demon

sarah and the safe word

asteria

artic monkeys

they might be giants

my chemical romance

green day

gorillaz

ado

melanie martinez

the strokes

evanecense

glass animals

soddiken

the scary jokes

whatever Your favorite martian was smoking

tyler, the creator

the crane wives

the living tombstone

cavetown

mindless self indulgance

the orion experience

hamilton (yeah ik its a musical)

heathers (yeah ik its a musical x2)

ride the cyclone (YEAH IK ITS A MUSICAL x3)

steam powered giraffe

kiuko (i dont remember how its spelled)

21 pilots

Sir Chloe

hazbin hotel soundtrack

paparrapa the rapper soundtrack

sonic soundtrack

or the omori soundtrack

edit: just to make clear that i don't know every queer band on existence

[onnahu]

I want a batfam fic where Jason dissapears, so Steph and Cass break into his place to investigate, and all they find is a note like that:

I got married and am now on a space honeymoon, where we get married at every single planet we can.

Xoxo

Jay

Ps.

Whoever found it - Get everybody's (especially B's) reactions on camera and give to me as the best wed gift in the world, and you'll be my favourite forever.

If you're B - Fuck you, you always ruin my fun, and you're not allowed at my place, so if it's you I hate you. Fuck you, B.

Is it a joke? Did he really eloped? And with who? Because he sure as hell didn't tell anyone. Like, WAS HE EVEN DATING?

Anyway, Steph and Cass have a blast out of it.

[blorbologist]

yeah because that's something normal people need to be explicitly warned not to do. Vex'ahlia.

[qifrei]

Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust (2000)

[ohmygraves]

ghost who eloped with his spouse, who moved into a small house for about a month before he had to fly out on a missions outside of england. hell, the place was pretty bare and he couldn't even manage to put in some nice furniture before price told him to get his arse into a plane to russia for a five month long mission. didn't even get to enjoy some honeymoon before his job fucked him over.

safe to say, he hadn't established a routine at his new home yet ever since he moved out of his barracks room at the base. he was only at home for a little while, it only makes sense that he doesn't know where everything goes sometimes. and of course, he somehow misplaced himself.

at the end of the deployment, he was too tired to even care. his eyes were so heavy and tired that he made his way back to his old barracks room, kicking the door down and throwing his bags to the side (and scaring poor soap who was asleep on the bed, since of course he's the one who took ghost's old room back at the base).

his eyes met the scot, a little confused as to why he sees someone on his bed.

"whit the hell!? lt!? did the missus kick ye out?" soap groaned, scared shitless as he tries to calm his heart.

the question took him off guard, and he stood by the doorway quietly, just processing it.

"... i have a spouse."

"ye eedjit." soap shook his head, telling him to leave soon or else an angry spouse will buzz off his mohawk.

poor ghost, rushed out of the base in the middle of the night trying to get back home. he's got a lot of apologizing to do. hopefully his spouse was asleep and didn't realize that he practically drove twice over the speed limit and possibly ran over someone just to get to his spouse's arms.

[kata-kemi]

🔥Murisa - Eye of Fire - lvl 19 Monk I love my firebender monk (even she is more closer to a druid in The Plane of Fire) with supeority complex.

[hyunpic]

😚💋

[burntoutpaladin]

I got married and turns out my wife and I are the hottest people alive.

(A blacksmith friend of hers made me a longsword and twin daggers for her for our wedding.)

(I'm a paladin, she's a rogue.)

[lonelyzarquon]

[fremulon]

proportionally, to a 6000-year-old, 4 years is about the equivalent of 12 days to a 50-year-old

they had (what felt like) 12 days of freedom

[lesbicastagna]

went down a rabbit hole of this subject.

Filippo Lippi, painter and carmelitan friar, and Lucrezia Buti, a nun, meet and fall in love while she poses as model for an altarpiece. Classic.

[dcxdpdabbles]

I have this idea for a post but I feel like you would do it justice.

Basically, Danny is yeeted through a dimensional portal and reincarnated as the clone son of Tim and Connor(from when Tim cloned Connor during his death). This little shit wakes up after that, when Connor has already been found, as a six year old gremlin with a need for chaos.

Que pranks!

I don’t have much more than that so I will leave this in your capable hands.

-🎃

"Master Bruce, if I have to remind you to fix your tie one more time, Gotham will be without its protecter for many months to come!" Alfred snapped - actually snapped - from where he was attempting to reorganize the entirey of the Emberald Sitting room.

Right now, he moved all the furniture and all the wall directions. He was just adding some tastefully done flower pots to make the place look inviting but also regal.

It had been six hours, and from the looks of it, Alfred had not found the balance he desperately wanted. He started over four times. His patience was all but gone.

Bruce's hands snap to his tie, scrambling to get it set just right. He moves it only slightly to the left - not making much difference - with a nervous smile. Alfred's teeth snap shut with a click, and his eyes blaze with frustrated rage as he rounds the coffee table toward the billionaire.

Bruce looks to be holding back a scream.

Dick winces, sinking into his chair lest the aged Butler turns his ire onto him. He knows why this evening has to be just right. Especially to Alfred, but gosh, he could not handle how terrifying the butler could be.

It's just for one dinner and one evening. Dick tells himself. Once Alfred can finally say he married one of us off, things will return to normal.

"Honestly! If you didn't walk around looking like an unkeept vagabond all the time, maybe there would be a Lady of the House by now!" Alfred sneered at a pale-looking Bruce.

Or maybe Timmy bringing Kon over to announce their engagement means Alfred will try to marry the rest of us off harder. Dick despairs as Bruce endures another tongue-lashing. He wants to go help, but if he moves even an inch from his seat, Alfred might realize Dick is still in the room.

He can't afford to anger the beast any further.

"And you, Master Dick!" Alfred suddenly rounds on Dick, pointing one long finger into his face, with narrowed eyes and the grim reaper at his shoulder. Oh, dear.

Thankfully, that's when the doorbell rings. At once, Alfred's face clears into an excited smile. "They're here! I'll let them in right away; you lads, gather the rest of the family. And remember, we must make a great impression! Tonight is the night we invite Mister Kon into the family!"

The butler doesn't quite skip out of the room, but the bristle walking with a chipper head turning is the close that Dick has ever seen him do.

"I'm so happy for Tim." Bruce mutters,"but I can not handle any more reminders that I haven't had a spouse."

"Tell me about it," Dick sighs, following after his father into the hallway and down to the dining hall. He can distantly hear Alfred opening the door and greeting the two. "A hour ago, he made seven passive agressive reminders that Tamaraneans propse with a dinner and a mock battle. Seven. I mean, how does he even know what Tamaraneans do when courting?"

"It's Alfred." Bruce tells him, taking a seat at the head of the table. Dick sits in the chair to his right as the oldest and First Heir- considering the reply. It makes sense.

Damian, Cass, and Duke walk in, not even a moment later. All are dressed better than any gala Bruce could have dragged them off, too. He is rather impressed that Damian is a red suit that makes even Bruce pale in comparison. Then again, he is the only one besides Alfred who has an eye for such things.

"Has he already proposed, or is he doing it at dinner table and were all supposed to act supirse?" Duke asks while sitting down. "I want to know what kind of face I should have prepared"

"The clone has asked Father for his blessing in his courtship with Timothy. He knew we would have figured out his plans when that blunder. It is no surprise." Damian huffs. Dick knows he's just upset that his big brother is going to get married and move out soon. He's adorable when he's territorial.

"I can confirm that Kon hasn't asked yet." Steph announces, strutting into the room in all her purple gown glory. Behind her, the Row sbilings wander in with matching celtic blue suits, making Dick grin. It's always nice to see people appreciate the best color. "Tim isn't the type of person to not show off his ring whenever he has a chance."

"I've always wanted to see a real-life popersoal!" Jarro gasps, flying into the room with his own little suit on. It's a nice black with green undertones just like Bruce's.

He lands in the miniature chair with a dinner dining set Alfred had special ordered for him.

It sits on top of where a regular dining set usually is, always the second chair on Bruce's left, because he is literally the favorite. Bruce denies it, but they all see the tender smile he throws the floating star.

The Wayne kids know. Jarro is too precious and hilarious, so none of them mind that he's the favorite. In fact, Dick has half the mind that he's the favorite of the majority of the family.

Jason leans over to pat Jarro's head, grinning when the little starfish swears. He adores when the kid randomly curses out of Aldred's hearing range.

"Shh, they're coming!" Cullen says from where he was lingering by the door, hoping to see Tim and Kon. He always looked up to the older boys as someone who had been forced into the closet for his own protection.

Seeing people like him helped ease the fear, and Dick feels his smile wideing when Cullen scrambles back to his seat. He's so excited he's practically in the Speed Force.

Alfred opens the door first, stepping to the side to allow the guest to enter first. Dick feels himself sit up straighter, the moment really setting in, Kon is going to propose to his younger brother.

His little Timmy is growing up-

"Wow, this place is big!" A child says, running into the room. Who the heck is he? "It's amazing, Dad!"

"Slow down. You don't want to fall." Tim laughs, rubbing the stranger's hair with a soft smile.

"It's okay, Dad. I'm strong!" The boy flexes his tiny arms. Tim laughs again as Kon crouches down to the little boy's height.

"Woah! Look at all those musceles. You're going to help me protect your dad, son?"

"Yeah Pa, I'll be the strongest super or robin ever!"

"Tim? Who might this lovely chum be?" Bruce cuts in, voice slightly strained. No one calls him out on it since they are staring wide eye at the tiny little boy who looks like an exact copy of Tim at age five.

Dick knows because he was one of the few in the Wayne's who saw Tim at that age. He's practically a clone to oh no.

Dick thinks he's having a heart attack.

Tim looks up at them before a brillient glowing smile breaks across his face. "Everyone, Kon and I have an announcement to make!"

Kon wraps an arm around his waist, sending adoring looks to man in his arms before they both hold up their left hand.

There are twin silver bands on both of their fingers. "We got married in Las Vegas, and we have a son! I like you all to meet Danny Drake-Kent! I made him when I thought Kon was dead."

"I am Danny, clone of Kon-el and Tim Drake. Fear me if you dare!" His voice squeaks. Squeaks.

Scratch that, Dick knows he's having a heart attack.

You can hear a pin drop in the silence his announcement cause, as Danny puffs up his chest and floats a few inches off the grown.

Oh, great heavens, Dick is an uncle.

"A fellow clone, son!" Jarro cheers from his little table. He slams two of his star points on the table to a beat that he speaks to. "One of us. One of us."

Danny's blue eyes land on the star fish and widen. He raises both arms into the air chanting back. "One of us. One of us. One of us!"

"It's awesome is what it is!" Steph cries, jumping up from her seat. "Hi, Danny! I'm you, Auntie Steph! I'm the cool one."

"Isn't this lovely? Master Tim not only has a husband but a child as well. Unlike some Masters." Aldred doesn't quite glare at Bruce, but he doesn't have to. The Waynes know who he means as Bruce wince.

Danny pauses in his chanting to look her up and down, staring pointily at her plum colored dress before humming. "That's a bold statement for an eggplant."

Steph gapes at him as Tim roars with laughter.

Oh, Dick is going to love this kid. He leaves his seat, trying to get to his nephew as the rest of the family attempts to do the same. Damain makes alarming threats to Kon, letting him know he would easily take him out if he detects a hint of mistreatment to his brother and new nephew.

The Waynes act like they can't hear the threat because they all have their own versions of the shovel talk prepared. They just have to get the clone alone.

It's a nice dinner.

[micia-posts-stuff]

THE FINAL DEV-ELOPMENT part 1

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[ohmygraves]

the day you eloped with simon, you reminisced about the relationship, all while your hand poking a fork into the grocery store cake he bought bought to celebrate the union.

you didn't have a lot, and had only dated for a few years with him. marriage wasn't really in your mind, though simon was probably your best partner out of everyone you've dated so far. being in the military didn't give simon much time to see you, but somehow the two of you still find time to talk and spend time together in some ways.

simon didn't have many assets he could call his. your shared flat was basically mostly your stuff, and everything else was something you use together. he's more practical, didn't like spending things for himself, and you never really want to ask him for things, even if you know he'd buy you anything you want in a heartbeat.

one night, you two talked about it. eloping. he didn't like parties, and he thinks it's a waste of time and money. you didn't have a great relationship with your family either, and haven't been in contact with them for years, eloping felt right to you.

he got you a ring a few weeks later, and a day later, you two had a small courthouse ceremony, attended by some of your closest friends and simon's.

everything was modest, nothing fancy. something about not having a big ceremony or dressing up super fancy felt fitting with simon. just a ceremony and drinks at a nearby bar, simple as that. you try to push the thought that you wanted something more, simply wanting to enjoy the moment.

you two returned late at night, tired and tipsy, stumbling into your flat as you giggled, taking a seat on the floor by the front door as soon as you got inside. simon carried you, kissing you and holding you close, your rings clicking against each other. he carries you to the kitchen, smiling as he placed you on the counter.

"i know you wanted something more than this, love..."

you felt bad, simon always knows what you're thinking.

"'salright... i understand."

he gave you another kiss, his hand taking yours, bringing it close to his lips. for a moment, he pressed his lips against your ring.

"let's celebrate... just us two."

he opens the refrigerator, pulling out a cake and taking out two forks from the drawer. it was a white, square cake with a text on it, celebrating you two eloping.

"i know this isn't much, i'm sorry. i really love you, sweets."

you kissed him back, telling him that it's okay. now you two are husband and spouse, and that's all that matters to you.