“ Love each other even when we hate each other.
Take care when old, senile and smelly.
And it’s forever.”
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Day 32: After Wedding Fluff
"We can't just hide in the closet!" Harry giggled.
Giggled. Salazar Draco loved him. "Shh," he murmured, pressing his husband back further into the coat closet until they found the back wall. "Just one minute," Draco murmured, pressing his lips to the corner of Harry's mouth. "I just need one minute alone with you."
"Draco," Harry sighed, his hands sliding up and down Draco's sides. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Draco murmured, leaning all of his weight against Harry, pressing him back against the wall. "I can't believe we're married," he said.
Harry smiled, Draco could feel the curve of it against his own lips, "Took long enough," he said with a little laugh. "I thought we'd never get here with all of the things your mother insisted on."
"And all of the things Molly insisted on," Draco agreed. "But we're here now," he added.
"Yes, us and all 200 of our guests," Harry replied.
Draco groaned, "Don't remind me. I want them all to go away."
Harry wrapped his arms tighter around him.
(Read more below the cut)
"Maybe we could just apparate out of here, go straight to our-"
A sharp rap at the door interrupted Draco's thoughts of escaping straight to their honeymoon. "Draco," his mother called, "Stop trying to tempt Harry to leave for your honeymoon and get out here."
Harry burst into giggles once more and if Draco wasn't so in love with him, he'd hex him.
"It's only a few hours," she added through the door. "Do not make me come in there to get you."
Draco groaned, "Two minutes," he called.
"Fine," his mother conceded, "Then I'm sending Molly after you."
Harry groaned at that, "We have to be out of here in two minutes. She won't even hesitate to come in."
Draco kissed him, "Fine. Let's go out so we can get this over with."
"It's our wedding reception," Harry protested with a laugh.
"It's tedious," Draco pouted until Harry's lips found his once more, kissing away the pout until Draco was smiling against his lips.
"Come on, husband mine," Harry said, "Time to go have some dinner."
"Say it again," Draco murmured, tugging Harry's hand until he turned once more.
"Husband," Harry murmured, leaning in and kissing him, "My dear, sweet husband. Godric, I love you."
"Boys!" came the shout outside of the door, Molly Weasley rapping her knuckles against the wood.
"Yes," Harry called, tugging Draco behind him, "We know, we're coming."
The night had been wonderful. Being surrounded by family and friends who wanted to celebrate you and wish you every happiness that life had to offer felt really good.
"I'm exhausted," Harry groaned as they stumbled through the floo and into the hotel room they'd be spending the night in.
"Me, too," Draco agreed.
"And I'm hungry," Harry added as he plopped down on the bed and started removing his shoes. "I don't think I got to eat more than two bites of food in a row without being interrupted to go and see someone."
Draco nodded, "And the waiter kept taking our plates." He pulled open the drawer in the bedside table, "Luckily, this hotel has 24 hour room service. So what'll it be?" he asked, holding out the menu to Harry.
They picked some food and sent their requests down to the kitchen.
"We have half an hour, what should we do with ourselves?" Draco asked, waggling his eyebrows at Harry.
"Come here," Harry requested as he scooched back onto the bed and held out his arms.
He went more than willingly, crawling onto the mattress and letting Harry kiss his temple as he pulled him into his arms.
"This was," Harry sighed, "the best day."
Draco laughed and pressed a kiss to Harry's neck, "It was pretty nice, wasn't it?"
"Yes," Harry said wistfully. "Happy wedding day, Mr. Potter-Malfoy."
"Happy wedding day," he murmured back, his smile so big that his cheeks literally ached.
"I never thought I would be here," Harry whispered.
"Married to one another?" Draco said. "I should hope not," he teased, "Mortal enemies don't often end up falling in love."
Harry huffed a laugh, "I just meant married in general. Or this happy," he added. "It's like a fairy tale," he said, "I couldn't have imagined getting to be this happy."
"If anyone deserves to be happy, it's you, my love," Draco replied, brushing his hand over Harry's heart.
"You, too," he murmured back.
Draco laughed, shaking his head, "I know plenty of people who would disagree with you."
"But those people don't really know you," Harry said, rolling a bit and sliding down so they were face to face. "I want you to be radiantly, incandescently happy for the rest of your life. I want you to go to bed with the muscles aching in your cheeks from smiling so hard everyday," he said. He stroked his thumb over the corner of Draco's eyes, "I want you to get happy wrinkles when you're old."
"And I," Draco murmured, leaning closer to press his nose against Harry's, "Want you to fall asleep every day knowing that you are so loved. I want to know that you never doubted for a single moment for the rest of your life that you are precious and treasured." He pecked Harry's lips, "I want you to know that you are enough, just as you are. And I am head over heels crazy about you."
"That's a lovely goal," Harry whispered.
Draco nodded, "You're the best thing that ever happened to me."
Harry smiled, "Right back at you," he replied. "Thank you for marrying me."
"Yes, you're quite stuck with me now."
"I wouldn't want my life to turn out any other way," Harry said.
They laid together quietly for a long moment before Harry broke the silence, "Draco?"
"I'm really tired."
Draco nodded, his eyes had already drifted shut, "Me too."
"After dinner," Harry started before breaking off to yawn, "I think I'm going to need to go straight to sleep."
"Good," Draco replied, "Wake me up in the morning with some sleepy morning sex, then."
"Deal," Harry whispered.
"Deal," he affirmed. "I love you."
"I love you, too," he replied.
And Draco believed him, in spite of all of the reasons he should feel differently. Maybe that's what allowing yourself to be loved was, allowing yourself to be seen with all of your faults and flaws, and accepting that you'd been chosen anyway.
He made one more vow, silent this time, to love Harry through everything. To see him, know him, and love him especially when it was hard, knowing that Harry would always do the same for him.
Day 31: Veritaserum | Day 33: Chocolate
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soo i saw a video somewhere of a wife surprising her husband on their wedding day by learning spanish so she could say her vows in spanish, and I need to know how juanes would react to the heir doing something similar, maybe not on their weeding day but just surprsing him like that?
UGH. i said i would only answer asks on the weekend, but here we are, because i can’t bear to let this languish in my inbox.
anecdote: my hermano is as straight as a circle. that is to say, not at all. he got married to my brother-in-law a few years back [they celebrated their two years in june.]
nic, being the little shit he is, did this exact same thing. i cried, my mother cried, i’m pretty sure the officiant sniffled a bit as well. but my brother merely beamed ear to ear as he watched the man he was about to share his life with butcher the spanish language.*
this is just a very long-winded way of saying juanes would definitely appreciate it.
*nic is probably more fluent than i am.
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Imagine Loki standing at the front of the ceremony space on your wedding day. He adjusts his tie (again) to calm that strangling sensation.
Why is he so nervous? He shouldn’t be. There’s no need.
You walk down the aisle, smiling lovingly at your groom.
Loki sighs. You’re so beautiful.
The ceremony begins. Nobody objects, though one person in particular secretly wants to.
Vows are exchanged, and you and your groom place the rings on each other’s fingers.
Loki feels that strangling feeling again, but it would look odd to loosen his tie now. He’ll have to deal with it.
Deal with it.
Just like he’s dealing with this.
Loki didn’t object, no matter how badly it hurt him to watch you marry someone else.
He takes a deep breath. “I now pronounce you... husband and wife.” He gulps as quietly as he can. “You may now kiss the bride.”
Why hadn’t he confessed his feelings for you years ago?!
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harry and y/n exchanging vows on their wedding day
a/n: i was listening to music and feeling real lonely tonight, so i basically just wrote everything i want to hear from someone one day :) i never know how to end stories, soz! hope y'all like it, any feedback is appreciated!!
warnings: none, just fluff <3
The white chairs are filled with their family and friends. Gemma, Michal, and Anne sit on the groom's side while Y/N's parents and brother sit on her side of the aisle in anticipation. They didn't expect to be the people who have big weddings, and it's not even that big, but everyone they know is in attendance. James Corden and his family are in the audience, Louis, Liam, Niall, Zayn, and their dates all sit to watch their friends get married. Smiles adorn everyone's faces as the couple take platform at the front while Jeff (who got ordained just for their wedding!) reads off statements of marriage.
Y/N's best friend Claude is her bridesmaid (or 'bridesman' as his boyfriend, Frankie, liked to call it) and Mitch stands next to Harry as his best man. Everyone in shades of beige and sage green as it's Y/N and Harry's favorite colors.
"Y/N you can start with your vows, now." Jeff smiles at her, gesturing with his head, signaling Claude to take her handwritten promises out of his suit jacket pocket and hand it to the bride.
She mouths a watery, thank you, to Claude before turning back to face her fiancé standing in front of her. Even on her wedding day, she gives a bashful smile to Harry before clearing her throat.
"Harry." She starts nervously, "You are my person. You look at me as if I hung the stars and I can only hope you know I feel as devoted to you as the moon. The way you shined your bright light on my life is something I will never take for granted. You are my every reason. You are my lifelong dream to go to Italy and you are the endless praises I've always craved." Her hands shake in both exhilaration and trepidation.
"You are good books on long evenings... You are flowers in the middle of spring, you're long night car rides with blaring music, and you are the smell of rain on a cool evening in June. You're the cold side of my pillow in the middle of a hot summer night... the feeling of warm sun-kissed skin from showering after a beach trip...and the split second of silence when it's raining as you drive under the overpass on the interstate... You are 'that part' of a good song and the moment it would rain at school and everyone would just stop and stare out the window," She says, stray tears rolling slowly down her face, trying to ignore the way she can feel everyone's eyes on them in that moment.
"You are a pinky promise I hold so deeply... You are laughing so hard to the point of pain and you're rediscovering bagels every five months." Y/N smiles and glances up at him from her paper just quick enough to catch his chuckle as he knuckles the trapped tears in his green eyes. The last line gaining laughs from family and friends in the crowd.
"You are all of my reasons to live, H. Both the big dreams I've had my whole life and the little things I appreciate in my day-to-day. Of all these reasons to live though, most importantly.. you are Harry. My Harry. There's not enough words in the English language to convey my love for you, but I would spend the rest of my life searching for the right ones if that meant I got to spend it with you." She pauses to look her love in the eye, Harry staring right back at her with so much adoration for the girl in front of him.
She looks back down at the papers, tears catching on the edges. "So, with that, I vow to be your person. I vow to be your every reason to live another day and every small encounter that brings you even an ounce of joy. I vow to be your best friend and your indescribable love, if that's what being your person entails. I will be anything you need and everything you want, if it means we could happily grow old together."
"I love you, Harry Styles... and I can't wait to be your wife." Y/N finally lets the tears flow freely from her eyes as she stares up at her soon-to-be husband, Harry raises his hand to gently wipe them from her face with a breathtaking smile on his lips.
Tears of his own fall down, Y/N reciprocating the loving action. The two of them smile at each other for a moment, taking each other in. Harry has never felt more loved in his life, feeling honored to even be that person to someone, let alone his girl. He takes her hand and raises it to his cherry stained lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
"That was beautiful, Y/N," Jeff whispers with a grin and turns to Harry, "Now, Harry you can now read your vows."
Harry drops her hand to retrieve the hand-written pages from his blazer pocket, quickly unfolding it and taking Y/N's hand once again. He glances at her before clearing his own throat and starting.
"Y/N, I want t'start off saying I love you. I love you so much it scares me."
"Y'have no idea what y'mean to me and what all y'have done for me. Y'keep me sane when my life tries t'drive me crazy. Y'make me feel normal when my job gets too much t'handle. You make me feel loved when it feels like everyone is out t'get me and y'make me feel like Harry when the whole world wants me t'be Harry Styles," He says, glancing up from the paper ever so often, his hands shaking in turn.
"I used t'resent being known as Harry Styles. My name became a bad taste in my mouth and sounded like nails on a chalkboard. I felt like Harry Styles always had t'be polite and put together and had no room t'make mistakes. It was exhausting trying t'be perfect all the time, I started t'lose myself... But you. You, Y/N, made me want t'become someone I wasn't ashamed of anymore. Y'showed me what it was like t'feel safe and content, and y'taught me t'never be anythin' but authentic because you said Harry Styles was just as capable at love and acceptance as Harry... You made me fall in love with myself again, and f'that I could never repay you. I love you so much that I can't even explain it, but f'your sake, I'll try, so here goes..." Y/N smiles at him with glassy eyes.
"I love how y'are so kind and loving t'everyone you meet. I love how you're a hugger from the first encounter and how y'always ask people if they are okay twice, just to make sure they know y'really care and will listen if they need it. I love how y'throw spilled salt over your shoulder and believe in the stars as some form of higher power. I love how y'decide to have a dance party two in the morning 'just cause' and sing songs at the top of your lungs f'the world t'hear. I love how y'have 86 spotify playlists because 'you need one for every memory or feeling'. I love when y'show me new music and bring me t'find a new appreciation t'my craft and others'. I love how y'look at the smallest moments in life and cherish them. I love how y'take nothing for granted and live everyday as if it's your last. I love how y'always choose t'view life for its beauty and child-like innocence, than for its deception and cruelty, first."
"I love you...Truly, Madly, Deeply," He chuckles out and Y/N laughs out loud, shaking her head at him playfully. Four loud wooo!'s sound out, the rest of their loved ones laughing at the cheeky reference. "I love everythin' about you and everythin' that has made y'who you are today...I love you, Y/N. My Y/N." He proclaims with a boyish grin.
"So, I vow t'be your husband always. I vow t'be your husband when you're angry at me f'messing up the laundry and when you're crying over not feeling enough f'people. I vow t'be your husband and love you when you get tired of rewatching The Notebook every time we have a movie night. I vow t'be there for you, even if you may not want me anymore-" She scowls and swats his arm for him even thinking that, making their guests let out a good chuckle.
"And, lastly, I vow t'be your best friend and lover 'til the day we die. You are not my Allie, you are so much better. You are my Y/N and I can't wait t'create my own movie with you."
Salty tears flow down their faces as they stare lovestruck at each other, the eyes of their family and friends all fade away and it's only the two of them in that moment. Hands intertwined, lost in each other's gaze, the only thing they comprehend is the, you may now kiss one another, that comes from Jeff's mouth.
'Awes' and coos sound from the crowd, Niall and Louis cheer the loudest, the other boys smiling at the newly-weds. Gemma and Anne are bawling their eyes out, just like Y/N's parents are. But, neither of them notice any of it as Harry wraps an arm around her waist, the other cupping her tear stained cheek and pulling her in to kiss her passionately.
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Priest: You may now speak your vows for each other.
Will: You cannot possess me for I belong to myself. But while we both wish it, I give you that which is mine to give. You cannot command me, for I am a free person. But I shall serve you in those ways you require and the honeycomb will taste sweeter coming from my hand.
Hannibal: I pledge to you that yours will be the name I cry aloud in the night. And the eyes into which I smile in the morning. I pledge to you the first bite from my meat, and the first drink from my cup. I pledge to you my Living and dying, equally in your care. And tell no strangers our grievances. This is my wedding vow to you. This is a marriage of equals.
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You come too.
Understand, I’ll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the palestars rising, blooming, over the oaks.
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, “Pathways” in “Poetry Rx: Forgive Me, Open Wounds” (the Paris Review, July 18, 2019) (via The Hammock Papers)
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I saw this somewhere, the Pillar Men headbutting their horns as a sign of affection. Just a simple gesture, not aggressively like rams, but gently pressing their horns together. Horns must have been a symbol of pride and honor among their society, as we got that revealing them to someone - let alone touching them - was something which had to be won. It would be one of Kars's and Esidisi's most common love language. Their horns touching, showcasing not only tenderness and love, but also respect for one another as individuals.
“The crown I wear on my head, the honor and the pride; For you, my darling warrior, I'm putting it aside. And in return you gave me, the moon and its' pale light.”
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Vows | JJK
›› AU: Mafia + Arranged Marriage
›› Genre: Angst
›› Rating: PG-13 (Brief mentions of blood)
›› Word Count: 975
›› Prompts: To feel safe + Thunderstorm
›› Jungkook Snuggle Drabbles
That time when Jungkook wasn't in bed when you woke up.
Thunder startles you awake. Fear coursing through your veins, you instinctively reach beside you, only to find Jungkook’s side of the bed cold and empty. Has he not been home yet? Looking at the clock, you see that it’s almost five in the morning. He is never home this late without notice. Not once in these past four months that you’ve been married to him have you woken up to an untouched bed.
Your heart hammers in your chest, the rain that plummets down against your window doesn’t help. Storms don’t scare you, but the crashing sounds of thunder and lightning put you on edge. They make it impossible for you to sleep.
Jungkook’s presence would be welcome right now. As much as you kicked and screamed when your family had demanded you married the son of another mafia boss, you had no other choice. Now, you find that there would’ve been worse men to have to marry than him. Even if your marriage wasn’t out of love, but the mere need to unite two clashing fronts, it's not all bad.
You pull yourself out of bed, hoping that he’s somewhere in the mansion. However, you come up empty handed when you check the rooms. He’s nowhere to be found, the storm still raging. You fear the worst.
Jungkook lives a dangerous life as the heir to his father’s mafia. You know this, because you are from that same life. But you never had to do the things he does. Your parents always made sure your life was never on the line, always protected and hidden. The same doesn’t go for your husband, often coming home late, covered in bruises, blood or gunpowder.
He can’t be dead. Jungkook can’t leave you. You can’t become a widow to a man you haven’t even had enough time to get to know. There’s so much you two haven’t explored. So many stories he hasn’t told you. So much love yet to be given. He can’t leave you.
The door opens suddenly, at the same time that lightning crashes down from the sky. It paints Jungkook’s drenched frame in a harsh lighting.
“Jungkook!” you exclaim, running over to him so you can pull him into a hug.
He’s hesitant to return it, suit soaked and hair dripping wet. “What’s wrong?” he asks, pulling away and holding your chin. “Are you crying?”
Shocked, you reach to wipe away your own tears. “I’m—You can’t do that! You can’t not come home without saying so.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen before his face hardens and he pushes past you. Undoing his tie and draping his drenched blazer over one of the stools in the kitchen. “Do you really care?”
“What?! How can you dare ask me that? We’re married, Jungkook. Of course I care.” The distance between the two of you is too much, you want to be near him. Touch him, be sure that he’s okay.
He shakes his head, grabbing a towel to wipe his face only for it to come away stained with what must be some leftover blood.
You gasp, moving over examine him, but he stops you.
“Don’t. It’s not mine.”
“Are you okay?”
Fingers splayed over the counter, you take a deep breath. “I’m not. I need you to let me know—when you’re going out on a dangerous job. I need to know when I should worry about you not being home yet. I need you, to stop treating me like I’m here against my fucking will.”
He frowns. “You are though, aren’t you? Neither of us wanted this marriage.”
“I know,” you sigh, finally getting close enough to him to touch him. His wet shirt pulls taunt over his chest, slightly stained orange. “But that doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you. That I don’t want you to be safe and come home every night.”
“I thought that y—“
You stop him, grabbing his hand. “I did not want this marriage. I wanted to fall in love and choose my own future.” His wedding band fits snug around his finger, plain gold. You trail your fingers over it. “But we took vows Jungkook, we promised each other that we would be together till death do us part. Regardless of whether we were in love, that vow stands. It means something to me and I know it means something to you. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here. We’re a family now.”
Tears appear in his eyes for the first time since you’ve met him. He tightens his jaw, attempting to hold them off to no avail. One single tear runs down his cheek, and you use your thumb to wipe it away.
“Why are you crying?” you ask.
He sniffles. “Because I—I didn’t—Family, do you mean that?”
You nod, cupping his cheek in your hand. His history with his family is rough, rougher than yours. He doesn’t talk about them a lot, but from the way they interact you know that their relationship is more business than family. It’s hurt him beyond repair.
“I wouldn’t lie to you about that, Jungkook. Ever.”
He pulls you into a hug, holds you so tight that you can barely breathe. With his face hidden into your shoulder, you can barely sense that he’s crying. It’s the feeling of tears against your skin that give him away. Soothing him is easier, rubbing your hand up and down his back, kissing his temple and playing with his hair.
Eventually, he manages to get out a few words. “So it’s okay, that I love you?”
The confession has your heart stammering. Beating so loudly that you can feel it in your toes. “Of course that’s okay,” you say, pulling away to look at him. “I love you too.”
You seal it with a kiss. A gentle press of your lips to his.
© GguksGalaxy 2020
Thanks to: @wintaejk
Requested by: Anonymous + Anonymous
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june’s survivor’s guilt in 4x06
it’s so hard to touch on everything I loved so much about 4x06, but one of those things was how they showed June’s survivor’s guilt. i think the conversation on the boat about whether to turn June in or not kind of puts on display one of the things people try to criticize June for: thinking her life is worth more than others. anyone who’s read my posts knows that i entirely disagree with this idea. in fact, i think it’s objectively wrong. but people still make the argument. i always talk about how the most central part of june’s character is her just simply trying to survive, and how she can’t always control how well things work out in her efforts- and how this isn’t her fault, how it doesn’t make her a villain or anything close to that. she KNOWS her life isn’t worth more than others. I think this is a really significant “trigger” for her because she’s been unjustly, horrifically, unimaginably TORTURED by the idea of the value of her life/certain lives vs. others in Gilead- just this season: with the Marthas being thrown off the roof in front of her if she didn’t give the location of the missing handmaids, saving her own daughter or saving the handmaids, etc. June has been tortured by this idea of valuing her life/certain lives over others throughout the show- and that torture has been furthered by the unfair responsibility placed on her after facing these horrific/unimaginable survival decisions (Aunt Lydia’s “your fault,” Janine blaming June for outing them, etc.). it’s just this incredible burden that would be impossible for any human being to bear. when moira’s trying to rescue June & bring her to Canada, june has to face this idea again. She struggles with them saying June’s life isn’t more important than anyone else’s- because she AGREES. she cannot handle the idea of putting anyone else in danger for her. she can’t handle the idea of going back without hannah, because she feels so strongly as her mother that it’s her job to protect her & can’t leave her there (same sentiment as the end of season 2). she can’t handle the idea of leaving janine because she feels a similar loyalty/duty as her friend. her first words when reuniting with luke were “i’m sorry it’s just me, i’m sorry i don’t have her” (so fucking heartbreaking). this entire episode shows her deep internal conflict around the value of her own life vs. others (leaving Janine, leaving Hannah)- and her resulting survivor’s guilt. moira INSISTING that june come with her to safety (despite it being against the rules & knowing it’ll hurt her relationships), telling June that the best way to fight for hannah is june herself being alive and safe (allowing June to leave hannah behind & go to freedom), and Luke just embracing June in comfort and happiness (just as she IS)— effectively allows June to see the value in her own life as she takes her first steps into freedom. Her value not as a mother, not as a wife, not as a friend, not as a handmaid. as June. and June is worthy of freedom. June deserves freedom. June deserves life. I think this feeling/realization was so important for June’s character as she finally reaches Canada, and I think that’s why this episode was so perfect to me.
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the limitations of putting language to emotion are so vast. perhaps this is the leap of faith, the thread that binds us. how do I ever know if I love you feels the same when it comes from your lips? when I say I love you, the words hook in my chest, dragging me to you. I’ve surrendered to the small of your back and the pooling water in your collarbones. when I say I love you, I mean that my knees ache to fit between yours. that my mumblings lean toward you & my body choreographs to the rhythm of your breath. I give you all my crossed-out poems, my most shameful music taste, my horribly under-seasoned cooking. I love you from the deepest kneeler and the most shallow chalice. I promise to kill all the bugs and to scream while I do it. I promise to hold you in the dark and in the light. I promise to trust the words as they fall from your mouth. I’ll be the wind if you let me. the road of my heart bends toward you.
g.t.e. // I don't plan on getting married, but if I did these would be my vows
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Inspired by @drewsbarrymcre gifs ❤️
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I will never betray you,
You are my Heart, my Soul, my Life..
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DM: Vethiver says angrily, "You need to leave."
Godric (fairy warlock): No, we need to cure the emperor.
DM: He says, "I'm working to help him lead better."
Una (genasi artificer): How does being sick help him lead better?
Billie (genasi artificer): I telepath to Dorphi. -Why are you frustrated?-
DM: She replies. -The emperor told me to obey Vethiver in all things. But I don't think he's helping.-
Billie: -We're here to stop Vethiver, not to harm the emperor.-
DM: -I know... I trust you. But I can't break my vow to the emperor. I can't help you if it goes against Vethiver's orders.-
Godric: You're not telling us why we can't heal the emperor.
DM: Vethiver chuckles darkly. "Maybe I serve a different emperor."
Billie: -Uh... what about now?-
DM: Dorphi is staring at Vethiver, confused. -I... don't know.-
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"I vow to refrain from all action that ignores interdependence.
This is our restraint.
I vow to make every effort to act with mindfulness.
This is our activity.
I vow to live for the benefit of all beings.
This is our intention."
- The Three Pure Precepts of Green Gulch Zen Center, from Dharma Rain: Sources of Buddhist Environmentalism, edited by Stephanie Kaza and Kenneth Kraft.
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Can we talk about how April/Andy’s vows kinda sorta fit Destiel perfectly? Cause like-
Dean: I guess I kind of hate most things, but I never really seem to hate you. So I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. Is that cool?
Cas: Dean, you are the most beautiful person I have ever known in my entire life. I vow to protect you from danger. And I don’t care if I have to fight an ultimate fighter, or a bear, or him (points to Benny), or your father. I would take them down. I’m getting mad right now even telling you! I wanna spend the rest of my life, every minute, with you, and I am the luckiest man in the galaxy.
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"Vows” - E. C. Belli
I’ve been cradling the heavy cat in the half-dark
For an hour
She likes how I make her feel
And I like her—
I was mean to the dog
And now he’s dead
Well, not mean
Cold in moments
He could have used the warmth
I could tell and still did nothing about it
And so here I am
Which I am accustomed to
And anyhow I am happy
To pay for such horrors, such ill manners
Of my character
Even if I do blame you for it—
How can I empathize with anything
When I can’t remember empathy
And you are the only mountain
For miles all around
I’ve had to learn to be kind again
To uncoil my tendrils into the light
Sometimes I pretend you are not a person
But a stone (how could I love
people again, if I didn’t?)
And I warn them: Little Ones,
Don’t learn from stones
They are too still
They are too sharp
Sometimes in the moonlight
They whisper terrible things
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