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Modern-day weddings
I've been on a big number of weddings now. On fabulous ones, with huge fortunes invested and on plain ones, that were almost for free. On ones, where it wasn't the first marrige, and on ones, where it wasn't the last.
It makes me wonder: what kind of wedding did they want. Though the most obvious question is: why did they want to get married on the first place? It's totally out of fashion, as many say, it's just a piece of paper, or a bureaucratic approach of romance. These modern views shoot a bullet straight through my heart and everything I love about love.
Marriage is supposed to be the sacred covenant, which establishes, that the subjects really want to spend the rest of their lives together. In love. In olden days, divorce was forbidden, or at least scandalous. These days we interpret it as obligated suffering throughout life. But why? Love should and can last forever. It can follow you through all your years and can make them worth to live through. I have seen examples of this kind of attachment, and this is what keeps me believing in marriage.
A couple days ago I was at a wedding. It was a very small-scale one, simplistic but somehow magical, inspiring, wonderful and delightful. At the dinner, there was some quiet music, no dancing, no big party really, only a few games for the young couple. It sounds utterly boring, however, it was a true example of their care for each other. The guests weren't neglected, or such, only they were shown what real love looks like. And it looks like a fairy tale.
When there is real love between two, it deserves a chance. And this chance isn't just living together, or making love, or fancy gifts. It's way more than that. True, honest love needs a fireplace, where it can eternally blaze, keeping warm those around it. It needs reassurance of its value, lifespan and absoluteness. If you marry the person you love, you can create a home, a family, basically a life, without doubt, without insecurity. Okay, it needs a little more than marriage but marriage is a fine brick of the house of a great life.
I want to believe, that marriage can be the great start of the grandest advanture of our lives. :)
Dinosaurs S2 E9 Unmarried with Children GIFset (2/2)
The First Apperence of the Sinclairs neighbor and friend Monica Devertebrate.
Dinosaurs S2 E9 Unmarried with Children (1/2) GIFset
The First Apperence of the Sinclairs neighbor and friend Monica Devertebrate.
Mirage
Ok, I’m a little crushed
I’m supposed to write a paper on the Protestant Revolution and Catholic Counter-Reformation. Somehow my notes turned into this. It’s probably blasphemy and whatever the historical equivalent is. I’m not sorry.
she took my ability to complain in the divorce but I guess I don’t really mind
Fan art!
@elise-the-potato & @voxxxlol (sorry vox I couldn’t find your oc.)
Me n @voxxxlol 💔💔
@elise-the-potato and @voxxxlol are Divorced!
Then he offered me a drink
“the fuck you doing here?” 3 said surprise that 4 walked into the same bar as he was slowly becoming an alcoholic at.
“puzzles left with the kids” 4 said sounding like he was about to burst out crying right then and there.
“damn I didn’t even know you two were married.” 3 replied. It was all his more than drunk brain could condor up.
As 3s words slowly sinking into 4. 4 started starts violently sobbing. To the point he fell to his knees with his face in his hands muttering about how he was probably brainwashed during the sighting of the marriage certificate, if he just had treated leggy better, if it just had been acting, if he hadn’t been so stupid.
3 in a drunk and desperate attempt try to console his friend, took the bottle he was currently drinking and handed it to 4.
“You want…” he looked better in bottle and tried to read the label. Pripps Blå? He has to start looking at what he’s stealing “… some preps blah”
“literally anything” 4 said gladly taking the haft full bottle downing it without the single thought. 4 ordered more alcohol and stayed drinking with 3. By ordered I mean 4 asking and 3 stealing it for them both, 4 noticing, but not caring to complain.
Now sober 4s sadness, had turned into wasted 4s anger.
“How could he take Beeg away from me?! He has my last name! Puzzles wasn’t even in the picture by then!” 4 screamed angrily. 3 moved a little away from 4 to avoid 4s screaming in his ears, but stayed in the barstool next to 4.
“Sure, I gave him baths without his permission and left him outside for one episode and he murdered the mafia! BUT HE IS STILL MY SON!” 4 slam down the empty bottle and 3 started thinking about who had drunk more. Unsure based on the fact, he got there earlier, but 4 was much more of a quick drinker. He was happy that no one else was in the bar to noticed him stealing or 4s outburst.
“I wish I could just show him. I’m not a bad dad! He’s an evil tv. I want him to die! He tried to kill me multiple times! How did he get custody? I tried to kill him once. ONCE!” 4 screamed now grabbing on 3 shoulders. 3 had completely zoned out 4 rambling long before, now forced back in. Wow he was too drunk for this, they both were. 4 had the crazy in his eyes like from the IGBP incident.
Why did 4 marry puzzles after that?
Why was 3 getting scared from 4 faces, but flustered from being so close to insane 4?
It’s definitely the alcohol. Ain’t no other way. Right? Snow trapped jump scare. Gosh he needs to sober himself up. 4 too.
3 should get them both water.
“Only on the weekends?! WHAT THE HECK DOES SHE MEAN ONLY ON THE WEEKENDS?!” 4 pulls 3 close fast tightening his grip on 3 shoulders only to yell about puzzles some more. Fuck, 3 came here to drown his feelings not discover new ones, not only to mention he couldn’t slip away to get them both water. 3 should not be attracted to the deer his friend is crying about his ex husband. 3 doesn’t want to be 4s shitty rebound ether. 3 decide to just end it.
“Woah 4, you’re way too drunk, I’ll get us both water.” 3 says hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst. Especially with how offended 4 looks that 3 cut him off.
“What!” 4 says loosening his grip on 3
“It will help with the killer hangover you’ll have tomorrow.” 3 says hoping 4 will let him go.
4 let him go without a word just staring at him, looking to drunk to read.
3 comes back with 2 liters of water. Hands one of them went to 4. 3 starts sipping on his own while watching 4 trying and fail to down his.
Once they’re both done, they head out to the parking lot. 3 was a little more sober, since all the water cleaned his insides and probably since he stopped drinking way before 4 as well. 4 was still way too drunk to be left alone.
4 was sitting fumbling straight to his car, 3 starts rationalizing it in his head. Okay fine.
“I’m going to drive you home.” 3 stated
“What no I have my car here!” 4 protested
“I’ll help you pick it up tomorrow” 3 bargained
4 again with that same drunken unreadable expression stumped into 3s passenger car door, smearing his spit on the window.
Unlocked his car and helped 4 in. Before getting in himself hoping his tipsy driving would get them home safe, or else 4 was never going to see his children again.
It was only first when they pulled up to Coffee N' Bombs that 3 realized 4 had fallen asleep. Ain’t no way in hell 3s carrying 4s heavy ass to the casual. Those his ‘‘evil lair’’ even have a second bed.
Fuck, it’s just 4 it ain’t like they’re gonna fuck. Snow trapped jump scare. Wow he’s tipsy. How did he even manage to Drive home. It doesn’t matter.
3 gets out of the car and unbuckles 4 carrying him in before locking the car. Then carrying 4 to 3s ‘’secret evil lair’’ then removing 4 shoes and hat before placing him on the bed. 3 took the time to do his nightly routine before joining 4 on the bed.
Hoping they aren’t that hungover tomorrow.
Let It Burn
In the heart of Washington, D.C., the air was thick with tension as Kamala Harris sat in her office, surrounded by the memories of a life once filled with laughter and love. The walls, adorned with accolades and reminders of her achievements, seemed to close in on her as she awaited Y/n’s arrival. Today would change everything.
Y/n entered the office, the subtle clatter of heels echoing in the quiet space. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, Kamala saw the familiar warmth that had first drawn her to Y/n. But today, that warmth felt distant, replaced by an air of resolve that made Kamala’s stomach twist.
“Y/n, I—” Kamala began, but Y/n held up a hand, cutting her off gently.
“Kamala, we need to talk.” The strength in Y/n’s voice silenced the room, bringing the weight of impending heartbreak into stark focus.
As they settled into the plush chairs opposite each other, Y/n took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us...about our family.” There was a tremor in Y/n's voice, one that didn’t go unnoticed by Kamala. “The kids...they need stability, and they need both of us, not just parts of us.”
Kamala’s heart sank, knowing this conversation had been looming for some time. Juggling her role as vice president and being a partner and mother had become increasingly challenging. “I know things have been tough,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I’m doing this for our future.”
Y/n shook their head, a sadness etched across their features. “Is that really what you think? That your job comes before us? Before them?” They reached into their bag, pulling out a manila envelope. “I can’t keep pretending that everything is okay when it’s not.”
With trembling hands, Y/n slid the envelope across the table towards Kamala. The gravity of the moment struck Kamala like a physical blow. She opened it slowly, her eyes scanning the pages. Divorce papers. The words blurred as tears threatened to spill. “Y/n, please… let’s talk about this.”
“There’s nothing left to discuss. I can’t raise our kids alone while you’re consumed by your career,” Y/n said, their voice heavy with emotion. “They want to live with me. They need more than what you can give right now.”
Kamala felt her chest tighten, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. “You know how much I love them. I’m doing this for our future!” she pleaded, desperation creeping into her tone.
“But at what cost, Kamala?” Y/n’s voice cracked, the pain evident in their eyes. “You’re here, but you’re not really here. The kids feel it, and so do I. I need to prioritize them, and I can’t do that if you’re always chasing a dream that takes you further away from us.”
The silence that hung between them was thick and suffocating. Kamala wanted to argue, to fight for her marriage, but deep down, she knew Y/n was right. The late nights, the missed family dinners, and the increasing distance had created a rift that felt impossible to bridge.
“Please don’t do this,” Kamala finally whispered, her voice breaking.
Y/n looked at her, a mixture of sorrow and determination in their gaze. “I have to, Kamala. For the kids. For my own sanity.” They paused, taking a deep breath, trying to remain steady amidst the turmoil. “I hope one day you can understand.”
As Y/n gathered their things, preparing to leave the office—and the life they had built together—Kamala felt the weight of her choices pressing down upon her. In the pursuit of her ambitions, she had lost sight of what truly mattered. As the door clicked shut behind Y/n, leaving her alone in the silence of the office, Kamala Hart bordered on the edge of her career and her heart, caught in the painful realization of what she had sacrificed.
In the coming weeks, the impact of the divorce would echo through her life, a reminder that no amount of success could fill the void left by the love and family she had taken for granted. And as she sat in solitude, staring at the framed photographs that once brought her joy, she understood that this was just the beginning of a long journey of healing and reflection, one that would test her in ways she never anticipated.
My COINYPIN😭 whatever Pin x Leafy now idgaf✨
Happy birthday Spamton! My mom baked this cake for him (based off the og ofc) and I drew Spam on.
Imo William wasn't good husband (and father) before and after Evan (CC) death
MY HEADCANONS abt Mrs Afton
Mrs Afton left him because she saw how he really is (horrible human being) and also both of them realize that they don't fit to eachother like they used to
Mrs Afton also was sunshine person but William destroy part of her and she vecame calmer, quiter and less happy, she has good relationship with her kids