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OK so like when bucktommy get back together I just want them to be unhealthily codependent and âšobsessedâš with each other, because they've both now seen what life without each other is like and they are not doing that again.
#bucktommy#And the 118/217 think it won't last and they'll get back to normal....but they don't#And they're married a few months later on a whim but it just âšworksâš and they're so âšhappyâš
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Since what happened with Pandora, Fawn and Isaiah have been spending more time together, trying to understand their own feelings. While she is still overwhelmed by guilt, Isaiah can only think about spending time with Fawn. He loves his sister and he regrets hurting her, but he doesnât feel bad about his feelings for Fawn

#ts4 gameplay#ts4 challenge#ts4 legacy challenge#ts4 screenshots#he's so stupidly in love i can't đ„±#He has the whim to marry her and I'm like calm down ok? I can only handle one couple having babies and getting married at a time đ#She has some kind of spell over him it's incredible#he's like đ every time she enters the room đ#pollock legacy#gen6#isaiah burris#fawn dellis by mdshh
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there FINALLY I'm done with the ep 12 hahas, I'm sorry it almost took a week but I still haven't accepted that this was the last ep, I don't want it to be true
but now with The heart killers text posts part 12 ft. ep 12 my text post edits... will still not come to an end, I have atleast one or two more sets in the works
Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
#guess I got to find something new to be obsessed with or look forward to#not to say I'm leaving thk#I'm never leaving#this is my home my beloved#also I got shows to catch up on#anyway I fully believe that fadelstyle will get married before kantbison#only because settling down seems to be what fadelstyle want the next step in their relationship to be#UNLESS kantbison decide on whim to get married while traveling and send a text about it to fadel and style#like âcan you guys make it to this country in like week? we're getting marriedâ#cause I fully believe kantbison are going to travel around for a bit to feel free and live the youth they never got#the heart killers#thk#ro makes thk hahas
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No but Astarion wanting to be valued for more than sex and seen for something that's not just sex regardless of who romances him and Wyll wanting a chaste and genuine romance with sincere and committed courtship with no sex regardless of who romances him is insaneeeeee. I know everyone's talked about this before but everytime I stop to think about it I lose my mind. They couldn't be more narratively bound I'm clawing at the bars of my cage
#I put my lengthy tags in a reblog if you want.#And yes ofc Wyll teaching Astarion compassion and Astarion teaching Wyll to value himself and advocate for himself#Make them perfect for each other#But THIS to me is the nail in the coffin (pun intended) of why they are meant for each other#Wyll would not fall for Astarion's seduction attempts he is the only companion who would not give in to having meaningless sex w him#Or if not meaningless sex then immediate sex ykwim#Likewise Wyll's identity as a monster hunter and a chivalrous champion of the people would make him the prime target of Astarion's whims#Because who better to protect a monster but the monster hunter TURNED INTO A MONSTER himself.#Astarion would jump on the chance to use Wyll's devil transformation to his advantage and Wyll is THE ONLY ONE it wouldn't work on.#Wyll may have fallen first but Astarion fell harder than Elturel when he finally realised Wyll is GENUINELY good#And that he GENUINELY does not want sex and does not love Astarion for the possibility of sex#He asks for a fucking dance. He asks for a fucking dance before he ever even entertains the idea of sex. And he is steadfast about it#And astarion would play along with the romance just until he can get Wyll to help him kill Cazador#But would inevitably fall in love with Wyll along the way no matter what because Wyll is just genuine and chaste no matter what#âWyll is the type of man I used to dream of marrying. When I was 13â he is doomed to fall for Wyll no matter what and he hates it#wyllstarion#Wyll Ravengard#astarion ancunin#bg3 astarion#bg3 wyll#Bloodpact#Coolest fucking ship name ever also. No one does it like them
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Out of seemingly nowhere, Miles Edgeworth starts to have dreams of someone he has not met in eleven years. It turns out, though, that what he thought were merely dreams were something else entirely, and now he and his estranged childhood friend have to pretend that their marriage is real and not just a drunken mistake, all the while trying to solve a crime, become friends again, and get a divorce. Easier said than done, especially with Phoenix Wright making it very difficult for Miles to not fall in love.
#my phoenix and miles get accidentally married au which I decided to write on a whim#chapter amount pending on how I will end up distributing the scenes#anyway welcome to both phoenix and miles having a gay crisis while having to pretend to be married for real#while also having to pretend not to be married for real#ace attorney#miles edgeworth#phoenix wright#narumitsu#wrightworth#my fics
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Rose realizing she isnt going to be the dead wife trope but will be going through her divorced era
Solid Maybe. maybe she'll learn to step up her game after vriska's finally back in town, but if they do break up it's going to be so fucking messy idc if they're like grown, we're going by lesbian standard time
#d talks#ask#they need a divorce arc where they cancel it like 8 different times and then eventually go through with it only to get married on a whim
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probably for the best that weâre likely never going to see Michael and Book get married on screen because I wouldâve been lowkey annoyed if I had to watch her get married in her dress uniform or worse and not like, the Iris Van Herpen fungi collection, or a Gersha Phillips original
#star trek discovery#michael burnham#cleveland booker#human-vulcan captain of the mushroom ship getting married#in anything less than fungi-inspired haute couture is a travesty#thinking about how Gersha used a van herpen for one of the s4 federation scenes then TâPring had one for her wedding gown in snw#listen I know Michael would not want to get married in anything other than her dress uniform#but a girl can dream#and by worse I mean I know those two would get married on a whim in a bog or some shit after almost dying
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odesta week. day #1: modern au monday
summary: annie and finnick engage in some crazy funky shenanigans after a concert
3k, odesta fluff, modern au. also some johannie in the beginning (as a treat) but obv this is odesta endgame. concert they attended isnât explicitly mentioned but know in ur heart itâs chappell roan
âWanna do something fun?â
Annie was not expecting Johanna to say anything, so her next opened mouth kiss lands directly on her chin. Oops. The club lights bathe them in swathes of purples and pinks, which complements the lipstick stains on Johannaâs neck.Â
âHuh?â Annie asks. Itâs a fair questionâshe thought all this making out they were doing was the fun part.Â
In Annieâs opinion, it couldnât get better than this. Itâs not everyday you get to see your favorite artistâs favorite artist live and in concert, and itâs also not everyday that hot people choose to strike up a conversation with her.
Johanna and Finnick are hot. And, even better, they were the ones who turned around and started asking her questions right after they caught her eye in line. Maybe they just really liked her vibes. Peeta and Katniss were accompanying Annie, too, but anyone with a sixth sense could tell that they werenât really down with throuples.
Annie would be so down for a throuple. Need she remind you that Johanna and Finnick are fucking hot.
Annie had no idea what the fuck a man was doing at this concert, but she already knew she was a goner as soon as Johanna offered Annie a vape she procured from her tits. Annie was ready to dive in.Â
And she didâkinda. Eventually. The concert venue was crackling with sick beats and (courtesy of Johanna) simmering sexual tension. Hands on hips, bustier against bustierâit was like theyâd known each other for a thousand lifetimes (Annie didnât even know Johannaâs last name). Then the concert ended, and they were walking out together, and that was all the flirting time Johanna needed to convince Annie that they should start locking lips.Â
Speaking of locking lips, how come theyâre not doing that right now?
Right. Johanna wanted to do something fun. Annie pulls away and gives Johanna her undivided attention. Wellâas undivided as it can be with all the pulsing lights and upbeat music and enthusiastic dancing going around all around them.Â
âYouâre so cuddly,â Johanna says. Annie is suddenly hyper aware of the fact that sheâs not even sitting in her bar stool anymore. Oops. She had no idea that she was trying to drape herself over Johanna, so she pulls away. âI think my friend Finnick would really like that.â
My friend Finnick. As if he needed an introduction. That was the guy who was standing by Johannaâs side in line the entire time they were waiting for the concert to start. In an ideal world, Annie would have been sandwiched between their locked lips, but she had to play it cool. Chances are heâs just one of the girls.Â
Or maybe not. They looked like they were having a pretty intense argument the moment the concert ended, making pointed gestures at Annie, but Annieâs own friends were pretty good at distracting her from their (hopefully) platonic lovers quarrel.Â
Katniss and Peeta tapped out after the first club. Annie kept going, especially when Johannaâs hands kept wandering lower and lower and lower until Finnick stopped shooting her weird-looking glances altogether.Â
âDoes Finnick like me?â Annie demands, excitement blooming in her chest. Thatâs so hot. âLike, does he wanna be with me?â
âProbably,â Johanna replies. She fixes Annie with a glare that looks almost wistful, then gives her a hard kiss on the mouth as a parting gift. âI need post-coital cigarettes. Not cuddles.â
âOh.â She starts nudging Johanna away now, too, because she doesnât even smoke. âGood thing you figured that out about us. I wouldâve never guessed.â
Johanna raises her pierced eyebrows. âSeriously?â
Annie leans back and studies her. She has pink hair thatâs molded into spiky tendrils and a glittering constellation of nose piercings. Annieâs eyes flick down to her bustier and leather pants.
âI donât like making assumptions about people,â Annie says, as if she hadnât been thinking with her dick the entire time.Â
âGet the fuck out of here,â Johanna replies good naturedly, her own lipstick smeared all across the dimples on her cheek.Â
Annie stumbles out of her seat. Sheâs not even drunk. Not since the first club, at least, but theyâve cycled through so many that she finally registers that her feet ache in her stilettos. Why doesnât anyone ever talk about the psychological repercussions of serving so much cunt all the time?
She starts her search for Finnick. It was harder to pick him out in the first couple clubsâand not just âcause Annie was preoccupied with Johannaâbut theyâve officially transitioned out of Las Vegasâ queer scene and landed in dudebro territory. Finnickâs dark eyeliner and chipped red nail polish is really starting to stick out in the-only-club-thatâs-still-open Nevada.Â
Nevada. Road tripping from California with Peeta and Katniss hadnât been idealâPeetaâs car was probably never gonna fully recover from thisâbut desperate times called for desperate measures. Annie would have attended that concert if it was hosted in the middle of the goddamn ocean, wetsuit and chunky goggles and all.
âFinnick!â She finally finds him, and when she does, she does not hesitate to sit down next to him at the booth heâs at. Sheâs never been very good at figuring out what the fuck a social cue is, but he seems pretty happy to see her, so she takes that as her sign to keep going. âHi!â
âHi,â he says, so softly that the music nearly eats his reply whole. His cheeks flush.
Heâs pretty. The dark liner dragging across his under eye would look harsh on anyone else, but sheâs suddenly obsessed with all this eye contact heâs making with her. His coppery hair drapes over his shoulders, the soft waves curling right over the knot of his Adamâs apple.
Hot.Â
Annie already knows so much about him. They spent a lot of time in line together, so she knows when he graduated high school (heâs only one year older, so the age gap wonât be very hard to defend at all) and where heâs from (California, tooâgood, âcause Annie didnât wanna do long distance) and how he found out about the concert in the first place (Johanna was obsessed with the music first, then he followed in her footsteps, which Annie doesnât really mind. Sheâs already compiling a playlist in her head that she thinks heâll really like).
âHave you heard of this song?â Oh. Itâs like he read her mind. He pulls out his phone, shuffling closer to her. Annie knows that heâs getting so close as an excuse to drown out the blaring music. She cuddles even closer, but she doesnât have an excuse. She just likes cuddlingâJohanna clocked that from a mile away.
Finnick does, too. He slides an arm around her waist and she sets her head on his shoulder the entire time they carefully curate playlists for each other. Annie canât wait to listen to all the stuff he picked out for her on the way home.
âFavorite color?â Finnick asks, after they got all the soul-binding stuff out of the way, but he keeps giggling because Annie finally found the perfect angle to dot kisses to the underside of his chin. âWait, let me guess,â he adds, and Annie thinks the only reason he even tacked that on in the first place is because he doesnât want her lips off his skin.Â
âOkay. Guess,â she says, punctuating the demand with another kiss.
He takes his time. Annie progresses to the corner of his mouth, but she doesnât know if theyâre ready for that yet, so she focuses her efforts on his cheek. He ducks his head to the side so that theyâre looking each other in the face. No oneâs ever looked more kissable.
âBlue,â he says. âYour favorite color is blue.â
âKinda.â Now itâs his turn to start kissing her. He has a lot of skin to choose fromâher bustier is teenyâbut he keeps it nice and respectful at her jaw. Annie drags him down to her neck, butterflies erupting in her tummy. âCerulean.â
âThat counts. Itâs blue.â Heâs getting bolder. He crosses over to sternum territory, green eyes flicking up to hers, which would be sexy if it didnât look like he was being charged with a crime.Â
âKiss me, please.â Maybe he was waiting for a verbal cue. Hot.
Thatâs apparently all it takes for him to get cocky. He smiles into her skin, lips dragging over her pulse in another hypnotizing kiss. âDonât you wanna know my favorite color?â
She knows he doesnât really mean it. She answers him anywayâshe was in the mood to be played with.
âRed.â Like the color of his nails. Like the sky before a storm. His grin broadens, so she knows sheâs right, but he obviously intends on teasing her. Two can play at this game. âAm I wrong? Maybe Johanna can give me a hint.â
His eyes get as stormy as his nails. He darts up from her chest, so Annieâs hands fly up to his cheeks to meet him in the middle. Their lips tangle together in a messy blur of spit and tongue, trying their best to map each other out. But, when Annie gets acclimated to the touch and heat and feel of him, she gets acclimated.Â
So does he. Theyâre climbing into each otherâs bones in no time.
Annieâs on topâon his lap, raking her acrylics through his wavesâbut she savors the pressure of his ringed fingers on her hips. Hard enough to bruise.
She angles her neck to the side. He gets the hint. She surveys the area while he gets to work, his chapped lips leaving goosebumps on her skin. She feels restless sitting still like this, even with all the friction his patchwork jeans have to offer.Â
âWanna dance?â
Once again, he takes the words straight out of her mouth. Annie leads the way, with Finnick trailing behind her so he can press more kisses to her neck. The intensity and intimacy of it all has her leaning back into him. Her skin tingles where his hands lingerâher bustier, her hips, the whale tail peeking out of her skirt, then all the way back to her bustier again, his fingertips whispering all sorts of promises over her skin.
Annieâs never felt so respected. She feels secure, all tucked up between his arms and his lips. They move as one, united in heart and soul.
âOkay, everyone! Get the fuck out!â
The disco lights disappear, replaced by blinding fluorescents. The security guard up front is already ushering people toward the door. Is it seriously 2am already?
Finnick and Annie glance at each other. Lipstick stains on his neck, ring-shaped indents on hers. Thereâs no questioning who sheâs going home with tonight, so she slips her hand into his and fishes her phone out of her purse with the other. Katniss was okay with leaving Annie with Johanna and Finnick under one condition: Annie had to send her frequent updates about her night.
you canât fuck some rando you just met, Katniss replies, but itâs so much more than that. They werenât just gonna fuckâthey were gonna exchange souls.Â
They pass by Johanna on the way out. Sheâs walking with someone else, a new layer of lipstick slathered over her face. She salutes them both as she and some girl climb into an Uber.Â
Finnick and Annie look at each other again. And then they burst out laughing.
Anyway, Finnick isnât a rando. Heâs someone she knows on a personal and metaphorical level. Heâs the sugarcubes in her coffee (he likes sweet drinks) and the training wheels on her bike (he never learned how to ride). She knows him more than she knows anyone on earthâincluding herself.
Annie doesnât make it very far in her stilettos. They collapse on the curb so she can take a moment to rest. She takes this time to stare at him some more, absolutely in love with the slope of his nose and the curve of his jaw.
She has her feet in his lap in no time, his fingers rubbing the tension out of her muscles. She has no idea how it happened, or who initiated the contactâit was as natural as the progression of their relationship. Taking care of each other is second nature by now.Â
âI think I have some band aids in here,â he says, scrounging around his pockets. âJohannaâs platforms give her nasty blisters, even if she never says anything about it.â
He carefully smooths out a couple bandaids over the curve of her ankle. She sighs, snuggling into the warmth of his chest. He drapes an arm around her bare shoulders.Â
âI left my extra shoes with Peeta. I knew I should have changed into them before he left.â
Finnick has her covered. He carries her around on his back, her strappy shoes dangling from her fingertips. She grins into his neck the entire way to the gas station.
The guy at the cash register throws them a weary look as they buy a bottle of tequila. They also throw in some chips and nacho cheese. All that dancing made Annie hungry.Â
Thereâs a glob of cheese stuck to the corner of Finnickâs mouth. Annie knows her falsies must be horribly crooked by now, so she peels them off. Usually, she thinks littering sucks, but thereâs something in the air tonight thatâs making her feel silly.Â
âWanna make a wish?â she asks.Â
He takes her seriously. He stares at the clump of falsies in her hand for a long moment. He kisses her knuckles, informing her that he made his wish, so she lets the lashes go.
âWhatâd you wish for?â
âYou,â he says. âCanât get more specific, or else it wonât come true.â
Itâs just the right blend of sappy and secretive that makes her heart melt. Loving and being loved has always been an intense, cosmic ordeal for Annie. Sheâll never look at the color red the same way, will never pick up black eyeliner without thinking of him first.Â
Finnick keeps rubbing over the ring on his fingerâthe one with the blue, glowing centerâand Annie bets itâs because she mentioned itâs her favorite. His cheeks are perpetually rosy pink, even without the tequila. He even stares at her like sheâs responsible for the stars aligning.Â
âI love you,â he says, as softly as the fingers he has in her hair.
Her breath catches in her throat. He loves her.
âI love you,â she replies. She canât imagine a time where she didnât. âYouâre not on anything, are you? âCause Iâm not.â
He holds up the barely tapped into tequila. Annie shrugs. âThat doesnât count,â she tells him. âIâm on that, too. And I loved you way before.â
He smiles at her. Annieâs never felt prettier. âOkay. If I do something weird, promise youâll hear me out?â
Annie nods. Sheâs not even worried.
He nods back, extracting his hands from her hair. His knee suddenly bounces up and down and up and down. âOkay,â he repeats, then unstacks all of his rings so he can slide the blue one off his finger. Annieâs favorite.Â
He holds it out to her, the bejeweled part facing her.
âThink of it as a promise,â he says. Annie brushes a stray piece of hair out of his face. âI meanâI canât stop thinking about how perfectly this fell into place. Even when we go back home, youâre less than an hour away.â
âItâs like we were destined to meet,â Annie agrees. She accepts the ring, slipping it onto her finger. Thereâs a bit of wiggle room, but thatâs perfect for her. She doesnât like feeling trapped. âI want to get married.â
âSo do I,â he replies, almost cautiously. OhâAnnie thinks she finally managed to freak him out. âShould we?â
Or maybe not. Annie smiles at him, suddenly feeling shy. âYou donât mean it.â
He shows her how much he means it. He stands up, offers her his hand, and scoops her right into his arms. Sheâs in charge of navigation, leading them straight to the nearest chapel.Â
âYou donât mean it,â she repeats into his neck, because he canât. It would be too good to be true. âIâm not dressed for it.â
âNeither am I,â he replies, trying to coax her back out, but she doesnât budge. He kisses the crown of her head. âWeâll have another one. In California. And weâll do it exactly the way we want.â
Thatâs exciting enough that Annie practically leaps out of his arms. They have to sign a whole bunch of papers stating that theyâre completely, honestly sober, so Annie flings the tequila into the trash to get rid of any incriminating evidence.
It doesnât matter how high their blood alcohol content is. Havenât you heard that drunk actions are just sober thoughts?
A lady waiting behind them clips a veil onto Annieâs head when itâs finally their turn. Annie wasnât gonna pretend that she wasnât excited on her wedding day, so she allows herself to stumble a bit as they rush to the altar.
âYouâre not gonna,â Annie whispers to him.
He leans over and catches her lips in another kiss. She doesnât hesitate to drape herself over him. âWatch me,â he whispers back.
Annie does. She doesnât think sheâll ever stop. She watches him the entire time theyâre pronounced husband and wife, she watches him when the guy officiating their wedding tells them to get the fuck outta there (he did not appreciate Finnick launching into some impromptu vows), and she watches him the entire Uber drive over to her hotel.
Peeta and Katniss booked their own separate room, which worked out very well for Annie. They strip all the way down to their rings as soon as they get inside, but not for the reason you might think. Annie always wanted a wedding by the beach, but this landlocked middle-of-fucking nowhere state couldnât provide that for her. The hotel pool was the next best thing.
Annie throws on her bathing suit. Finnick has to go in his underwear, but they make it work. They splash around and dive under the water again and again and again until Annie feels like sheâs being reborn with the fiery intensity of a thousand suns.Â
Theyâre so exhausted when they go back to the room that they only have enough energy to collapse into bed, wet clothes and all. Finnick might be the best cuddler sheâs ever seen.Â
âI love you,â Annie tells him, because it was hard to stop saying it once she started. Sheâs consumed by it.Â
She doesnât even feel like sheâs marriedâdoesnât even feel tied down to him, doesnât feel trapped, doesnât feel like anyone but herselfâwhich is how she knows that they did it right. Katniss is going to be so happy that Annie exercised enough self control to not fuck him on the spot.Â
âI love you,â he replies, already half asleep. Annie wonders if heâll dream of her.
#odesta#odesta week#annie cresta#i wrote most of this when i was drunk and proofread while i was hungover so even tho this reads like Normal Me writing pls keep that in min#cos itâs just so funky in some places but tbh this concept is just funky in general#(in a good way)#actually tbh yall shouldâve seen the first draft#cos if u think the having fun to getting married pipeline was jarring here it was even crazier at first#they were gonna propose to each other at the club#anyway this one was so fun to write shoutout to johanna for being the best wingwoman even though she didnât even have to be#also obv iâve never gotten married on a whim so idk how vegaâs shotgun weddings work but the vibes were fun
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Saw a comic where the Prince's bride falls in love with the Little Mermaid and decides to run away with her and realized that's kinda what happens in rgu
#revolutionary girl utena#the little mermaid#anthy himemiya#akio ohtori#utena tenjou#Akio is the prince who makes the Little Mermaid dance to his whim despite her every step making her feel like she's being pierced by knives#Except in this AU he actually knows about her pain and knows she saved him but he still grew uncaring and cruel#Utena is as if he then told the church princess about the little mermaids suffering#That to be human she needed a man to love her more than than his own parentsâ love her with her whole soul and marry her#And he tells her he cannot be that man#And so she thenâ full of emotion and determinationâ proclaims that she will become that person and save her#Though Utena has a lot of similar characteristics to the oblivious Prince though#So she kinda has the role of both#Though anthy is a lot more antagonistic than the little mermaid#A lot of rgu girls act like certain fairy tale girls if they were more antagonistic#which probably works with the whole princess/witch dichotomy#though I personally haven't noticed similarities between anthy and the Sea Witch#I also see similarities of the Prince and the Little Mermaid's dynamic in Touga's and Nanami's relationship... In both directions#hans christian andersen#shoujo kakumei utena#sku#rgu#''I wrote so well! Totally gonna get a good grade in tumblr posting'' I think before I come back and notice a million grammatical mistakes#ambi utena post#utena analysis
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i just want everyone to know my dad wore a nine inch nails shirt to my uncleâs backyard wedding. circa 97.
#this is very central tx#the cross over between absolute redneck and punk/hardcore#being poor as shit and getting married on a whim in the backyard#and your brother wears a nin tee#and youâre like actually yeah thatâs perfect#itâs black and white#fits the traditional dress code#the long hair#my dad still has long hair btw#and still loves nin lol#nin#nine inch nails#trent reznor#grunge#punk#country punk#90s#90s punk#90s fashion#band tee#redneck
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confetti and polaroid! your choice of fave <3
confetti ৻êȘ if you and your lover are married, in what season did you get married? was it a big or small wedding? what was the theme?
Sakura & I arenât married (yet) in my SS but if we were to, it would be a Vegas style wedding in a drive thru at 3AM after spending too much money in an arcade and taking wedding photos in a photo booth :) we wouldnât even be engaged first. legit spontaneous and fun!
polaroid ৻êȘ whatâs your favorite picture of them? whatâs their favorite picture of you?
Our first picture we took together thatâs hung above his shoe rack in his apartment hehe, itâs a picture strip from our first arcade date together!
ask game âš
#â â crystal ball#â â sakurei#idk HOW this got lost??? I thought I answered this like ages ago waaaaah#and I promise I'm getting to your other ask too! I'm just having trouble picking haha#now Iâm thinking about running off into the night with Sakura through the city lights#not a care in the world and just laughing as we decide to get married on a whim#and then still call each other girl & boy friend for like a year lmao
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Phoenixâs latest hobby is equestrianism, so (of course) Sterling bought him his own horse and is paying for some (very expensive) lessons every afternoon after school. Meanwhile, Hope took a test that came back negative, and even though she told Sterling it didnât matter, part of her couldnât stop thinking about the âwhat if"

#ts4 gameplay#ts4 challenge#ts4 legacy challenge#ts4 screenshots#i hate you hope pollock whY DO YOU WANT ANOTHER BABY?!#She NEVER had the whim before not once#but yeaahh now she comes back from the dead gets married and suddenly wants to be a mom???#A RESPONSIBLE MOM? WHEN PANDORAâS ABOUT TO AGE UP?! Rude#đ#pollock legacy#gen5#pandora pollock#sterling atcliffe by rasoyas#dumb ass sterling loves kids and heâs probably not going to say no to an army of kids either đ #phoenix pollock#hope pollock
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I yearn for an au where Lyle and Querl are in their late twenties-early thirties and they are both university professors (Chemistry and Physics respectively). They went to college together and are now married, but no one, either staff or students, realize they are married because they act like enemies.
#lyle is an artist outside of work too#because i want him to be#and he does murals around the campus and the city on off days#Querl volunteers at a wildlife reserve (hello koko)#sigh domestic brainylyle where are you#save me domestic brainylyle#Lyle never wears his ring at work since he works with chemicals and everyone just assumed brainy had a spouse they never met#this can take place 21st or 30th century both works#some of the losh are students some of them are staff#brainylyle#querllyle#lyle norg#querl dox#invisible kid#brainiac 5#losh#legion of super heroes#i have too many wips or i would write this#they are a very much the kind of couple to get married on a whim and not want a big wedding#they hated the idea of a big wedding#the only people who were at their wedding was Jacques Dani Luornu Brande and Gates#and they just...kinda assumed everyone else knew somehow or another
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reader x iwa, they have both discussed getting married and both are down for it. They both hate public proposals. But neither of them know when or how theyâre gonna propose.
Iwa assumes heâs gonna be the one to propose and reader assumes theyâre gonna be the one to propose.
So they both have rings for the other and they just so happen to be the same generic ring box because they both havenât decided how theyâre gonna propose.
Theyâve been together so long, they both just decide to propose at home during dinner on a random day.
Theyâre both laughing at how similar they are and play fighting about who proposed first. And just when you think you know where this is goingâŠ.they open the ring boxes, neither rings in the boxes are theirs.
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he could give me an actual rock and i would accept it
he's literally sooooo poster boy for the simple things đ„ș for no fuss đ„ș no grandeur đ„ș for "yeah wtvr goes, i have you anyway" đ„ș for just !!!! all these mishaps happening even though he's planned it and thought abt it so hard !!!!! but eventually realizing that it doesnt matter bc u love him anyway đ„șđ„șđ„ș without the plans and the big gestures and just!!!!!!!!!!! nonie u have taken me out with the iwa and proposal thoughts i cannot recover !!!!!!!!!!!
#đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș need him to ask me to marry him RN#m gonna CRYYYYYYYY#in my head we are perpetually engaged bc life keeps getting busy and we want the wedding to be perfect#but eventually when its been a few years we're just like ??? what are we doing its been too long#and just get married on a whim đ„ș wedding plans scrapped and everything !!! WE ELOPE.#fawksdfbsdhgfj#ok im gonna shut up before i lose my mind more#thank you for this nonie#ask#rep
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I have 2 main styles I often pick between when customizing a videogame character
1) Cute, pink, âšïžgirlieâšïž
2) Goth, punk, đŠrougishđŠ
#If it's a game with romance; and her partner for the savefile is already goth/emo/punkish; she will probably end up being a (1)#If her partner for the savefile is a cute nerd; she will probably be very goth#otherwise; it is a tossup based off current whim and vibes alone#Any farmer who marries Sebastian SDV will have pink hair#Gale BG3 will have a GF who's somehow rocking black lipstick in the middle of these remote wilds and is probably actually a rogue multiclas#Elliott SDV will marry a short-haired girlie in tall dark combat boots from a monster-infested farm who slays in more ways than one#Director Qi MTAS marries a cybergoth#I was trying to think of another game route where my player character gets exponentially cuter and pinker;#But I'm currently replaying Stardew so that's what's currently on the mind#I know there are others I just can't think of them at the moment; I'll remember when I least expect to#Like staring at the ceiling in the middle of the night#My cuter pinker characters are still just as badass as the goths; they just look less đ§ââïžđŠ and more UwUđž whilst they slay the monsters
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There is something so funny over the fact two of my friends have started playing sims 4 cause of me. Add me and Ollie to their games as well as the mod Wicked Whim and the second the mod is added me and Ollie can't seem to stop fucking.
#Meanwhile in my game (with no wicked whims) we are happily married with a demon swarm of a daughter lol#Why do I feel like my sim self is getting a better life in their games then my own lol#That kid is angrier than Ollie is in TLOG in my game and that is saying something!#I dread to think what would happen if I added Wicked Whims back into my game again...
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