#love marriage fast

[xiaq]

If you’re like, “hey X, you’re a year into your marriage, how is that going?” my husband and I just had an all-out wrestling fight on the kitchen floor over the last parsnip chip which ended when I pinned him in an arm bar and ate the chip out of his immobilized hand.

So. It’s going well.

[tethrawke]

What about a canon AU where Hawke needs to somehow buy her way into Kirkwall after fleeing the Blight with her family, but working for the smugglers isn't enough? What if Varric needs a wife ASAP before Bianca's family kills him and he hears about this newly washed-up refugee from a formerly well-respected noble bloodline who's been working odd jobs for questionable people to keep herself and her family afloat? What if he decides to take a look for himself and watches her for a few days and realises she's EXACTLY what he needs to deal with dwarven politics? What if he makes her an offer she can't refuse and they're married before the day is over and the Hawke family is moved into Varric's mansion? What if Dragon Age 2 becomes a green card AU?

[youngyoo-apologist]

I think my least favorite thing ever of all time is when I’m reading a fanfic and Basen and Lily are villains like NO my children would NEVER

It’s usually the case in OG Cale fanfic, now don’t get me wrong I love the guy but also his family was not all horrible, and Basen and Lily were NEVERRRR at fault. Lily is literally like, seven years old and Basen is fifteen neither of them hate their brother either. Any child wouldn’t know how to approach their older brother who doesn’t talk to them and is distant(+ is known for having a bad personality) like that isn’t their fault 😭😭

OG Cale distanced himself from his siblings to protect them, there’s no one to fault in this situation for things turning out this way because it happened due to so many combining circumstances. Like IDK! I just don’t like it when Lily and Basen are treated like bad people cause I just find it a bit ridiculous.

Basen and Lily could’ve tried talking to OG Cale, but the real question is if he would let them talk to him ykwim, his act was perfect with literally no flaws. The reason it worked so well was because no one KNEW him and he probably knew that part too. The sadness to their situation is that they all had their reasons and cared for eachother but there wasn’t really any communication

Tbh it should have been Deruth’s job to ask Cale what was wrong, he’s not like the worst father ever okay but he also has extreme communication issues! The Henituse’s middle name is practically ‘communication issues’ like none of them are very good at it I fear. Deruth clearly cares for his son a lot, but he doesn’t know how to approach Cale possibly out of guilt/fear he’ll hurt his son even more. Which is why he just let’s Cale do what he wants

I think it’s important to note that the family did have faith in Cale, they all knew he wasn’t a bad person but they were all just so distant from eachother. I don’t think Deruth would have offered KRS!Cale to go to the capital after like a weeks worth of changed behavior unless he knew that there was more to his son than what the public thought. Again I think the big issue with the Henituse family is their communication

The characters all have complicated dynamics and personalities and it’s just something I don’t like when everything is treated very one dimensional

[proselles]

thing one and dumbass two

[brokentoys]

ed is absolutely NOT marriage material. but he'll still JUMP at the chance to get married if someone wants to marry him.

[dhmis-autism]

unironic love of the newspaper is not where i thought hyperfixations would take me but yk life is full of surprises

[that-bi-bitch-writes]

i promise i do love bruce wayne i just also hate his guts

[instantpansies]

and honestly, can i even call myself an artist? or a musician? when i have never had the passion or the dedication to work until ive mastered the techniques and honed my eyes and ears and connected with the paper and the piano? i dont want to do this forever. my art is only sometimes meaningful, my music is only sometimes moving. i am stranded in the space between obsession and apathy. if i think about what i will become i get nauseous. i'm no performer not really, the talent the teachers and relatives all pointed to is good, certainly, but not juilliard good. not concert pianist good. not international gallery good. and that's okay, you know? i don't need to be the best there's ever been. but i want to at least be good at something. jack of all trades master of none better than a master of one but i don't know, sometimes it would be nice to say i want to be a master of this. i want to devote my life to this. i won't get tired of this and grow to hate it. will i teach children piano in five years? will i spark in them an unwavering drive for music if i never felt it myself? how can i call myself a professional, how can i identify with my field of study, when i can't even promise to love it? and when my mentors say you have to be willing to devote yourself to the study, you have to be able to work at one small piece one tiny detail until it's beautiful, you have to become part of your instrument and never practice in front of people, never perform like you don't know what you're doing, never call your work good enough before you have wrung every drop of artistry out of it. when they say all that, i feel nothing but guilt. not motivation, not passion for the study. just another thing i can see in my future, another job i'll like enough but only be adequate at, another field i'll have proficiency in--but not mastery, never mastery. jack of all trades master of none better than a master of one but when they ask me what do you live for i cannot tell them

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

i know that when carlo suddenly decided that he needs to marry guy made a whole list in his head n like had a deadlines n shit. like it was some kind of a task he needed to do

[chloeworships]

Congratulations cupcakes 🧁🥰🧁

I couldn’t be happier for you aaaawwwwww

[bangcakes]

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[ask-but-beware-the-consequences]

Scene comparison from memory or what because I'm losing my goddamn mind The parallel

Good Omens: Crowley to Aziraphale: we've known each other 6 000 years (...), and I'd like to spend, *struggling to speak* the rest of my-

*Metatron comes in and ruins everything*

F·r·i·e·n·d·s: Chandler's speech before proposing to Monica: for a very long time I've been happy because of you, and I never hoped that we'd *struggling to speak* (...)

*Richard comes in and ruins everything* (after they resolve that he continues with: I'd like to share the rest of my life with you)

I knew it, mf was ready to propose

[faaun]

whatever runs away they hang on to even harder ! a thread is enough !! the whole time i was insane they let me thrash around and threaten to rip their throat out with my teeth ans they said i want to be your friend anyway. i want to be your friend always !

[silencedrage]

what colour does your love feel like ?

cold stark gold

Fireworks, borrowed lighters and sparklers against a dark backdrop, yours is a love that burns stark and bright. It's scary though, like things that burn always tend to be, but for you it isn't the thrill of the open flames that gives pause and a slight stomach drop of terror, but rather the time when the flames go out, the sparkler ends and the night is cold and dark once again. Fireworks, borrowed lighters, a striken match, your love burns bright and fast and then maybe it passes, maybe the feeling dies out and you're left in the cold once again. And that's the feeling isn't it? Of being bored and waiting for someone to light you up again? To be fair, you do know you don't need it, but then again we don't often crave the things we need. And you crave and yearn and burn in the wait, restless in the knowledge that at some point someone will pass and rub you the right way, that some day you'll light up the night sky bright yet again. There's comfort in the darkness and solace in the predictable loneliness of the in between, but your heart still squirms inside you, waiting and willing and begging to burn up again. Your love might not be comfort, it's not one for the sick days, but then again, there's a reason why everyone waits for the shining lights in the sky during holidays.

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tagging: people who want to do it

[burger-goblin]

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[napsaps-archive]

Hehehe just for you Ill give you a happy ending to this story :3 enjoy!

Its a few years after that faithful class and a few months after you graduate. But no matter how hard you try, you couldnt get that southern beauty out of your head. You tried your luck when applying for other classes, but your schedule never seemed to line up. Asking around didnt really help either, she didnt live on campus and wasnt particularly close to the people you hang out. Whatever, it wasnt a big deal! Its not like she haunts your daydreams when you should be paying attention in class and back in your room while youre sleeping. Its ok, really.

Anyways, you had the most exhausting week youve had since graduating, so you decided to treat yourself to your favorite coffee shop/bookstore. Its been awhile since youve been there. Putting on your most comfortable but still cute outfit, you head out of your apartment and set out.

Once you arrived, you got hit with the bitter coffee smell and the soothing jazz playing on the speakers. Its wasnt terribly busy, but there was still a decent line for the register. So much for an easy day. You sighed and made your way to the back of the line. You couldnt see who was manning the register but you could tell it was definitely someone newer cause usually it goes a little faster with seasoned workers. No big deal tho, you'll be sure to tip them a little extra for having to deal with customers all day.Slowly but surely, you made your way up to the register counter. You already had your order in mind, so there was no need to look up at the menu. So that left you being face to face with the cashier. Who had a...familiar face. You couldnt pin out how and where, but she looked so familiar. Gorgeous brown hair pulled back behind her cap, beautiful light green eyes, full lips that had a shine from gloss, and perfect manicured nails on top of her tablet. All in all, one of the most beautiful girls youve ever seen. But where have you seen her?

"What can I get started for you, sweetheart?"

Just from hearing her voice, all of it came rushing back to you. The biology class, being paired up and initially dreading it, fearing she would be another case of dropping all the work into you while still getting credit, actually turning out to be one of the nicest people you ever met. The girl that plagued your mind for months even after the class ended. The one you were too nervous to talk to and regretted that you missed your chance. Now shes here standing not even a foot away from you.

"Uh..you on, doll? Youre holding up the line."

Quickly breaking out of your thoughts and yelping out your order, you handed her some cash and sped walked to a empty table before groaning into your hands. Of course you had to embarrass yourself in front of her and the entire shop. Goddammit, why cant things go your way?

Eventually, your name was called from the front and you stood up to grab your cup. You took a sip and, wow. It was perfect, exactly how you liked it. Kudos to whoever made it. Lowering your cup, you noticed more writing next to your name. Confused, you turned the cup around to read what it said.

'I thought I remembered you from somewhere! LTNS cutie! Maybe we can catch up sometime? ;) xxx-xxx-xxxx'

Your cheeks burned up as you looked over at the workers counter. The two of you made eye contact and she gave you a quick wink before moving on to help her customer. Butterflies fluttered in your chest and your cheeks burned hotter. But before you could forget, you made sure to add the number to your contacts list for later.

Maybe some good came out of all this after all.

immgoinggsto theoww up shes everything to me