#marriage separation

[queerlilchinchin]

When the man who claims to love you harasses you to the point of having to be blocked... was really trying not to block him but... don't talk to me like that if you expect a response. 😑 especially when I've repeatedly asked you to back off.

[shutupcrime]

Some of you are too afraid to admit this but we all know Star Wars works best when it goes full soap opera

[soolaleye]

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[witchofthemidlands]

daemon's tripping balls & rhaenyra's kissing women in his absence. absolutely unhinged behaviour. 10/10 episode. one simply does not care about the plot. rhaenyra's a confirmed girl kisser, that's all that matters here.

[grvning]

No wonder romance in other media feels dull.

Theirs is simply much more than that. 'romance' is an unfitting term for them. Spock felt Kirk's conscience from Gol, of all places.

The poets of old would have written much about them.

Picture taken from a TMP novelization copy, with a picture of TMP Kirk right next to it (the book was bound like that and the pictures are gorgeous). Might be coincidental, might not be.

Edit: Roddenberry's DELIBERATE decision to create a Vulcan term which he specifically used in this book was bold and telling, especially as it was used for the very first time to describe Kirk and Spock's bond. ''Screw censorship, I will get the gayness across no matter what," he might have thought. ''Let's give 'em fans some candy, but let's make it almost subtle.''

Almost.

Also, props to Shatner for making Kirk even more in gay love with Spock than Roddenberry's. Peak acting choice.

TMP might be my second favorite Trek movie of all time. While I do find immense delight in the Enterprise sensual sequences -- Scotty would be proud, the shift in dynamics between Kirk and Spock within the paradigm of their wrecked relationship hits deep. Many a one has published well-documented, detailed studies of their whole story from TOS, so I shall not elaborate on that further, as their works explain it all infinitely better than I ever could.

Ramble over.

[potatoattorney]

victor, a few pages after being like "yeah maybe i could have some peace once i marry elizabeth": clerval is so cheerful and gentle and lovely and divinely beautiful. for once i'm happy again. he was so lovely. here's a poem that reminds me of him.

[abusivelittlebunny]

that one picture from today where charles and carlos are completely separated from the rest of the group, standing alone in the corner…..what if charles cornered him because he wanted him all for himself, not even letting carlos speak to other omegas💔 it’s giving toxic psycho malewife

Why does it look like he's trying to guilt trip him into rekindling their marriage like with all the baby 16 agenda too he was pushing hard the face it no pussy will ever come close to this I'm the cunt you married speech

Charles fully put a spell on Carlos since Australia with that touch to his shoulder first he had him with the other harem members in china now he's got his alpha exclusively to himself next thing you know they're breeding live on air god bless

[theseusmc]

marriage in the eleventh hour, my beloved au, finally has enough to post (!!!!!) so you get scott ref's as a treat :3

plot (+ rest of scott designs) below cut!

ok so to preface - some of the stuff gets a little brushed/not super in depth over in this plot description (xornoth and scott's complicated feelings about family and each other, Scott's relationship with religion, jimmy's backstory kinda, literally all of the torture stuff, some Jimmy and Scott stuff, gem and scott's dynamic and the corrupted trio's relationships- BUT this is the basics and I will be elaborating more in the future!!!) okay that said here's my insanity

current scott designs - kidnapped, in pj's, and healing arc :') (pj's ref is for a scene prior to kidnapping!!! they deserve to have really silly and sad late night convos i think)

uhm. also you can literally see when my hand started hurting with this plot description HELP

so that's the basic plot! send asks if you want me to yap about anything in this au :D (also yes before anyone asks i'm gonna type this up later so dw if you can't read it-)

character info :

also, feel free to send asks (pleasepleaseplease-) I love this au SO MUCH. some stuff might change in the future since it's still in the works but it's gonna be a fic at some point! okay thank you for listening to me be insane <3

[moranapologist]

how do I tell teenagers jackjoke who meet at the bar that they're getting married and adopting a child with the guy they're so smitten with?

[itsredpaint]

"fish how many times are u going to remake ur tgcf au" yes

[buttered-toasty]

Forging of the Ring/The Proposal/Reflections of Self

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Till death do us part? You’re not getting out of this that easily.

And with that I think I’m done with my little marriage series (as I have been calling my bigger Sauron pieces)! I will post them all together sometime. Happy Halloween and remember not to separate out parts of your soul for the making of cursed jewelry!

Bonus thing with some extra portraiture under the cut, idk

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

i really can't phrase it right for the life of me but does it make sense when i say i cant help but love belarus a lot because for some reason i see her as a nationperson as being closer to being a person than a nation. with how unbelievably weird she is it just feels soo right to characterize her as this girlcreature whose government demands no real nation duties from her because she's intrinsically messed up as a person, with nothing to do with her nation identity, and was enabled by her family her entire upbringing and it's less of a hassle to just let her do whatever. and she doesn't understand why this can't be the case for them as well! why can't they all live as a family! she'll do something. she'll do something so that they'll never be separated again.

[madamewalburga]

Sirius blinked once to steady himself from the minor sway Apparition always gives him. The grass was wet under his black leather shoes, and he glared at every droplet slowly coating it — as if sheer will (annoyance) might stop the light rain around him.

He could've summoned an umbrella and spelled himself dry, but being annoyed was slightly easier than doing all that.

He stopped at the sight before him, straightened his back, and held his head high. Immediately realizing what he did, he scowled and slouched even lower, glaring at the back of the person in front of him.

Five years after leaving Grimmauld, the sight of Walburga's perfect posture still drives him into the perfect heir mode.

"Summon an umbrella, you dog," Walburga chastised him, back still facing Sirius. She was completely dry, her right hand holding up a transparent umbrella sprouting out the tip of her wand.

Sirius snickered at the insult. He walked closer until she was standing a few feet beside her. He made a show of messily kicking the mud off his shoes at Walburga's direction. Not that it reached her, invisible full-body umbrella and all.

"Half-witted canine."

Sirius smiled wider. "Hello to you too, mother dear."

They stood side by side in silence, breathing in the smell of wet soil of the fresh grave below their feet.

"I have a question," Sirius, for the first time in years, turned his whole body to look at the person who raised him fully. Arms crossed on his chest, he lazily pointed at the sky and asked, "Why does it always rain when someone gets buried? Isn't it a bit... y'know?"

"Finish your sentence, boy." Walburga replied, still not looking at her son. She flicked her wand very slightly, the faint glimmer of her magic reflected on the top of Sirius's head.

Sirius kept his eyes on that wand and reached for his own. He scoffed at the thought of this person starting... things here, of all places, just because he did not finish a sentence.

"Well?" Walburga asked.

"It's a bit cliché, is it not?"

The corner of Walburga's lips rose. "Somebody has to mourn the dead, no?"

"What, you're not mourning it enough?"

"No," Walburga replied quickly. "Are you?"

Smiling at the answer he should've expected, Sirius replied, "Fuck no."

"Language."

Sirius shook his head. Unbelievable. His mother could not even pretend to be mad at him. He crouched down to touch the soil of his father's grave, tracing an outline of a dick with the tip of his wand.

"How childish."

"You should try it too, Mother. It's a bit fun."

He took a cigarette from the chest pocket of his suit. Before lighting it, he pointed his wand up to summon that umbrella he should've summoned moments ago. Only to look up and notice the glimmer of Walburga's magic over him. He immediately looked back down and lit the tip of his cigarette, swallowing the tightness of his throat before taking a puff.

Sirius finished his first cigarette wordlessly. He pressed it against the soil and watched the remaining embers die before sticking it over his father's grave.

"Do not desecrate your father's grave."

"I would piss and shit here if I was a dog." Sirius took another cigarette from his pocket. "Wait, you called me one earlier." He grinned up at her, who rolled his eyes at him.

He observed his mother's face. Her features were still regal and sharp, even with age. Not that his mother was old. He'd never thought about it, but his mother had him when she was just a bit older than he currently is. Her grey eyes never left the tombstone. Though Sirius considered himself an expert in deciphering his mother's expressions, try as he might he had no idea what his mother was thinking as she stared blankly at Orion's grave.

Sirius offered her the cigarette. "Want one?"

For the first time since he arrived here, Walburga stared at him. Sirius held her gaze.

She took the cigarette and lighted it wordlessly. And wandlessly.

Full of surprises today, his mother.

"You have to teach me that," Sirius smirked at her.

"I tried to teach you many useful things and this is what you ask of me?"

"Well, that's a neat trick." Sirius stood up with a groan. He faced his mother and swallowed the tightness in his throat again.

"You know what you should do?" He asked softly. "You should remarry."

His mother chuckled mirthlessly.

"I mean it."

Walburga exhaled. "You should come back to Grimmauld. Sort out the family affairs. Do your duty to—"

"You know I won't."

"You still should." Walburga exhales smoke again, this time slower. "Much as you and I hate this both, you're the only one who can pass on the family name."

"You can! Go and remarry. Find someone you love—"

His mother laughed.

"—make him take the family name. Spend the entire Black fucking fortune, I do not care for it. Do whatever you want!"

Walburga considered him and for the first time in so long, Sirius saw the same adoration his mother used to have for him. Before he disappointed her. Walburga reached out to touch his face. He flinched and closed his eyes before she could touch him. When he opened his eyes, his mother was back to staring blankly at his father's tombstone, her hand clutching her skirt tightly.

"You know I can't," she whispered.

Blinking back the heat behind his eyes, he whispered. "Yes, you can."

Not hearing a response from his mother, he repeated it more firmly. "Yes, you can. You can do whatever the fuck you want now, mummy. You're free!"

"Are you?" his mother faced him once more. "Free?" Of him? Of me?

Sirius stared at her. He smiled. "I'm doing my best."

"Good," Walburga nodded. "Good."

They stood together in silence once more, both finishing their cigarettes. Sirius opened his mouth to try and convince his mother one last time, only to be beaten to it by her.

"That Potter boy has been lurking around the woods for ages now. Tell him to get lost if he doesn't know how to pay his respects properly."

Sirius turned to the trees and saw James hide behind one. James took a peek after a while. When he caught Sirius's eyes, he raised a brow and mouthed 'Go now?', his thumb pointing behind him.

Sirius threw him a v. "Fucking idiot."

"Language."

Sirius faced Walburga again. He swiped his palm over his mouth, muttering what sounded like a fuck it. "If you don't mind me bringing James, I could stop by Grimmauld, see what I can do—"

"Don't." Walburga smiled at him. She reached out to touch his face, and Sirius stood still beneath her touch. "You're doing your best, remember?"

Sirius stayed still.

"Go now. Your James is waiting."

Sirius nodded and turned to walk towards James.

"Sirius."

He paused.

"Don't sleep with your hair wet."

He kept his head down, staring at his now polished shoes as he approached James.

"Hey," James ran his fingers through Sirius's hair as he tried to meet the other's eyes. "Chin up, yeah?"

"Okay."

"Okay," James smiled at him. He glanced above James's head when he caught the glimmer of magic.

"Home now?"

"Yeah," Sirius nodded. "Home now."

James offered his hand, and Sirius took it.

It was completely dry.

[charmac]

Season 4 | Season 6

[anistarrose]

I think when a lot of queer people who aspire to marriage, and remember (rightly) fighting for the right to marriage, see queer people who don't want marriage, talking about not entering or even reforming or abolishing marriage, there's an assumption I can't fault anyone for having — because it's an assumption borne of trauma — that queers who aren't big on marriage are inadvertently or purposefully going to either foolishly deprive themselves of rights, or dangerously deprive everyone of the rights associated with marriage. But that's markedly untrue. We only want rights to stop being locked behind marriages. We want an end to discrimination against the unmarried.

We want a multitude of rights for polyamorous relationships. We want ways to fully recognize and extend rights to non-romantic and/or non-sexual unions, including but not limited to QPRs, in a setting distinct from the one that (modern) history has spent so long conflating with romance and sex in a way that makes many of us so deeply uncomfortable. And many of us are also disabled queers who are furious about marriage stripping the disabled of all benefits.

We want options to co-parent, and retain legal rights to see children, that extends to more than two people, and by necessity, to non-biological parents (which, by the way, hasn't always automatically followed from same-gender marriage equality even in places where said equality nominally exists. Our struggles are not as different as you think). We would like for (found or biological) family members and siblings to co-habitate as equal members of a household, perhaps even with pooled finances or engaging in aforementioned co-parenting, without anyone trying to fit the dynamic into a "marriage-shaped box" and assume it's incestuous. We want options to leave either marriages, or alternative agreements, that are less onerous than divorce proceedings have historically been.

I can't speak for every person who does not want to marry, but on average, spurning marriage is not a choice we make lightly. We are deeply, deeply aware of the benefits that only marriage can currently provide. And we do not take that information lightly. We demand better.

Now, talking about the benefits of marriage in respective countries' current legal frameworks, so that all people can make choices from an informed place, is all well and good — but is not an appropriate response to someone saying they are uncomfortable with marriage. There are people for whom entering a marriage, with all its associated norms, expectations, and baggage, would feel like a betrayal of one's self and authenticity that would shake them to their core — and every day, I struggle to unpack if I'm one of them or not. If I want to marry for tax benefits, or not. If that's worth the risk of losing disability benefits, in the (very plausible) possibility that I have to apply for them later in life. If that's worth the emotional burden of having to explain over and over, to both well-meaning and deeply conservative family members, that this relationship is not one of romance or sex. (Because, god, trying just to explain aromanticism or asexuality in a world that broadly thinks they're "fake" is emotional labor enough.)

Marriage is a fundamental alteration to who I am, to what rights an ableist government grants me, and to how I am perceived. I don't criticize the institution just because I enjoy a "free spirit" aesthetic or think the wedding industry is annoying, or whatever.

[saltyb0ba]

a deep blood moon, a starless night

dark enough to see the light