#A Conversation About Marriage

[tomoleary]

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[spoopy-cactus]

pride month 👍

[justafewberries]

the arenas for the hunger games are preserved as tourist attractions. capitol citizens travel to the arenas to re-enact deaths and fights. they tour the landscapes and imagine themselves in the Games. it's posed as a luxury, fun outing, a trip with the kids.

they are so detached from the reality of the Games that to them, it’s a show, nothing more. The president says it’s to remind them of the war the capitol suffered through. The capitol citizens see it as if they are completely in the right. So who cares if some kids die? They can visit it after and pick up a keychain on the way out.

How barbaric of them. The people with unlimited food, clothing, and necessities are time and time again the most barbaric in the series.

it reminds me of all of the ways we do this in modern day, and how important perspective and intention are when visiting historical sites.

Concentration camps, plantations, battle fields, the list goes on. Most of these grounds are specifically preserved to remind us of the horrors mankind commits. And yet, in the hunger games, it’s described as tourism. While we visit these places respectfully to be reminded of the horrors, capitol citizens visit to relive it. it is not horror they feel, but excitement.

And yet, we do this, too. Places have become drenched in tourism-encouraging ghost stories. Prisons become famous for the ghosts they created. People don’t visit to mourn the dead or talk about rights, they visit to be scared by the “phantoms”. Cemeteries have become film set locations. Celebrities and the rich get married on plantations. Plantations have become resorts. Once again, the list goes on. While we might not be recreating the horrors for fun, we’ve been drawing parallels to arena tourism long before Collins wrote it into her book.

[spacedace]

Found this old snippet and don't really remember of the context for it outside of being a joking exploration of how weird the Fenton/Phantom family tree would seem to outsiders (not even getting into how relationships might be classified differently between the human side & the ghost side)

Anyway gonna drop it here as a prompt lol

Mind the quick reference to dismemberment, there's no gore or detailed description and no one is actually hurt, it's more there for comedic effect, but still wanted to give the heads up on it 👍

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Nomad motioned to the towering, vaguely vampire-looking buff dude with literal flaming hair what the fuck, “Dan, this is everyone. Everyone this is Dan. He’s my…” Nomad trailed off and blinked, a look of confused befuddlement on her face as she let the sentence hang for too long.

“Huh…” She said considering, looking up at vampire-dude, Dan apparently, with a confused furrow on her brow. “You know this is the first time I’ve ever had to try and explain our relationship to each other and I’m drawing a blank and what exactly to call you. Uncle? Dad? Brother? Like, I think you could technically be considered all three.”

What the fuck did that mean??? Kon snapped his attention over to meet Tim’s masked gaze, the look of wild confusion Kon was sure was on his own face mirrored there. Around the meeting room confused and worried looks were being shared by the rest of the League. Which like, yeah, what in the Habsburgs was happening here for all of those terms to be applicable?

“Well, you’re Danny’s Mirror, so if you consider him your dad then it stands to reason I’m also your father.” Dan said, hand coming up to his - literally flaming, how did that work? - goatee thoughtfully.

“Yeah but like, I call Danny dad just to piss Vlad off.” Nomad countered, toying with her severed arm with her still attached hand. Kon didn’t think he’d ever get over how casual she was about being literally disarmed and just…not caring. “And I definitely don’t see you as a dad. Uncle?”

The giant of a ghost shook his head with a frown, “Implies that Danny and I are brothers, which could work but gives our relationship kind of a weird vibe. I feel more like his father than anything.”

“Gramps, then?”

“No.”

Nomad laughed, “Fair, wouldn’t want to take the title of Grampa away from CW. Besides we’re both half Vlad, so I think brother works best here.” She frowned, looking thoughtful, “Maybe half brother?”

Dan considered, “Half-brother could work. Though it gives Vlad more credit than he deserves.”

“Oh come on, can you imagine the look on his face if we went in together on suing him for child support?” Nomad asked, fanged grin wicked. Dan’s face lit up at the idea, and Kon felt like they were rapidly heading towards the two ghosts running off to go and go torment whoever this Vlad guy was rather then them help deal with the current demonic problem at hand.

“Can you please explain what any of that means?” Kon asked, more a squeak than anything else. He was starting to get a headache.

[varpusvaras]

Jason gets his new ID card on a Thursday.

It's somehow simultaneously completely unremarkable, and also making his head reel. It's not even the first new, official ID card he has had in his hands - he needed one for the licence, after all, so he'd got one then - but it's still new in every way possible.

Jason turns the card around a couple of times, just to make sure that it's real. It is. New and shiny, with his own face looking back at him from the front. His face is also somehow the same old and completely new at the same time. It is very much him, in the picture, but Jason feels like he is looking at his long lost twin brother rather than at himself. His hair is freshly cut, completely black. His skin is tanned more than it has been in years, from spending a lot of time under the California sun during the past few weeks. He is wearing a light blue button-down shirt, one that Jason wouldn't usually never be caught in publicly.

It is him, still.

Jason is pretty sure he shouldn't have gotten neither of his new, official state-issued ID's so fast, or gotten everything else sorted out so quick either, but Roy has his own ways of doing things. This is the one time his previous government-connections came in handy, he had said after Jason had said yes, and then he had kissed Jason on the forehead and told him not to worry about it.

Jason had let Roy take care of it all. Doing things for others is how he shows affection, and Jason had felt that Roy had needed to take care of Jason even more than Jason had needed Roy to take care of him. Not that Jason is complaining about it. He still feels a bit untethered, and most things are taking entirely too much out of him, either physically or mentally, though Jason is not sure which is which most of the time.

Not that it really matters.

He finally turns his eyes away from his picture to what is written on the rest of the card. His birthday is correct, for once, since this is an official card and not a fake one for whatever purpose Jason had needed one over the years. His address is also on the card, and Jason cannot help but feel a sense of elevation for it. It makes him feel a little stupid. It's an address (Roy's address, their address, Jason officially lives there too-), not a new name or anything like that.

Jason is not really sure if he can look at the name on the card and not immediately combust on the spot, if the address is making him feel this way already.

The ring on his finger feels heavy. Jason takes a deep breath and moves his thumb where it had been covering the rest of the text.

Jason Peter Harper.

It's his name.

It's him.

Jason reads it again. Then again. Then again once, twice, three times more.

Jason Peter Harper looks at him from the picture while he does so. Jason's head is really spinning, and he forces it to stop, hard.

It is him.

He is Jason Peter Harper.

He is the man in the picture on the card.

That's him.

The door opens and closes in the hallway. Roy comes up to Jason when Jason doesn't answer to his greeting.

"Everything okay?" He asks, as he gets to Jason's back.

"Yeah", Jason manages to get out from his mouth. "My new card came in."

"Oh, already?" Roy says. "That was fast. Let me see?"

Jason lifts the card up a bit, so Roy can read it over his shoulder. From how close Roy is standing to him, Jason can hear the small, gentle stutter in his breath as he reads the name. It isn't like neither of them had not seen it already, written like that, since it is in other forms they had filled out, but apparently, it is still making Roy feel just as much things as Jason does.

Jason hopes that it never stops doing that for either of them. Or at least, not for a very long time.

He needs something to last.

"Nice name you got there, Harper", Roy says, and Jason swears that he can almost feel Roy's smile on his skin. He then feels Roy's body pressing against him, warm and strong and solid. Roy wraps his arms around Jason, his head dipping down to rest on Jason, and Jason turns to look at Roy's hands and at the mathing golden wedding band he has on his finger.

"You're mine", Roy says against Jason's shoulder. It is what he has been saying, ever since the clerck at the City Hall had put their name on the paper, singing their lives together. You're mine, you're mine, you're mine, and no one can say otherwise.

Jason had needed to hear it.

He still does.

Jason looks up at the card. It's strange, how a little piece of plastic can tell everyone who he is.

Jason breathes in and closes his eyes, just feeling it all.

His name is Jason Peter Harper. He's alive.

His name is Jason Peter Harper, and for the first time since he died, he thinks he can be happy.

[veerbles]

I know it's certainly been said before, but I just know in my heart of hearts that ronan (impulsive, romantic, religious, all or nothing) woke up with a ring in his palms the morning after he and adam kissed for the first time. and then he probably didn't dream for a while, after his mom and gansey and cabeswater and noah - but once he started again and also started sharing a bed with adam I just know that he dreamt rings again, and I just know at some point adam caught onto it, and I just know adam (practical, logical, love-skeptic, took a year to consider his feelings before making a move) freaked the fuck out. and I think that's hilarious.

[electric-plants]

cyno: i would give anything to know how alhaitham’s brain works

kaveh: haha be careful cyno, alhaitham would take that as a marriage proposal

cyno: ah so you think that one could work then? i’ll add it to the list

kaveh: ….please tell me you are not adding that to a list of actual real proposal ideas right now

[moeblob]

Sorry I forgot Hanneman suggested Byleth undress after they show up with a different hair color. And I miss Hanneman. And also while swapping between Houses and Hopes and seeing Hanneman pop up to help in a Hopes paralogue is just devastating since he doesn't ever actually join you at all and I am denied my old man rights.

So I had to draw this. Thank you for understanding.

[elvisqueso]

"...Will you go home?" — "Well, it's not like I have much of a home to go back to. I've never really...belonged anywhere."

Pocahontas (1995)

[kidspawn]

I don't think Blue and Gansey would get married. At least, not legally married. I think because Blue would see marriage as an unnecessary legal document that does nothing to solidify the relationship one of them literally died for, because there's nothing a certificate could do that she and Gansey have not already proven. They're in love, they're soulmates, they don't need marriage to make that point. And I think it'd be a thing for them, not to get married. Because it does nothing for them they haven't done for themselves.

I think, for Gansey, it'd be both what I mentioned (they don't need it, it proves nothing, they're literal soulmates, they don't need to be tied down by anything to prove they love each other, they're young and free and they can go anywhere and they don't need a certificate to tie them together, etc), but also... not having a big wedding is contrary to the more conservative upbringing he has. Getting married in some big way would be very contrary to his desire to separate himself from the Gansey family, because I'd put money on his parents wanting him and Blue to have a formal ceremony. He doesn't want that. Because Blue doesn't, it'd feel performative. It isn't them. And it isn't Gansey, who wants his relationship with Blue to look on the outside like it is on the inside. And that's not reflected in a traditional ceremony.

HOWEVER. I could see Gansey seeing a practical element to it. Financially, in order to get in the hospital room if anything happens, for the legality of it. I can see him and Blue hashing it out and arguing over it and him explaining that he may not like it but it's really, the most sensible action they can take, and it doesn't change anything they'll still be them. just with some signed paperwork so he can sit in the hospital room because Blue has a habit of getting involved in stabbings by proxy and vice versa because damn it Gansey you're the one who keeps dying. And then, and only then, would they sign some marriage paperwork and get burgers and maybe Blue would wear a homemade sewn dress and Gansey would wear his glasses and they'd know that, really, it didn't change anything, it's just a title, and at the end of the day they're partners through and through.

(Anyway, this is my roundabout way of saying that I don't think Gansey or Blue would get married. Not because they don't love each other but because they love each other and their freedom and their partnership without all the intricacies and labels and complexities that come along with a marriage license. Okay, goodnight.)

[treefish815]

No one gets more hysterical than a 45 year old man with 200 hours in KCD who hated the Hans romance and Musa’s character existing because it’s “retconning and unrealistic” when you say you don’t think Henry and Theresa were in a serious relationship

[uncanny-tranny]

This is purely speculation on my end, but I've noticed that it seems like people (specifically younger queer people, partially under forty) are so used to queerphobes indignantly saying, "you have the right to marry, what more can you want?! Why do you shove it down our throats?!" that they internalize the idea that gay marriage and other rights were only fought for for queer assimilation.

The push for things like gay marriage wasn't just "to assimilate," and especially after the AIDs crisis, you very well could watch your lover or friend or mentor die in front of you and have no recourse. No protections. No guarantee that you could even say goodbye. Learning that - as a young queer myself - hammered home how important these things can be. To get where we are now didn't happen because of the magical benevolence of the cishets. We fought for that shit. We died for that shit.

Again, this is speculation, but I don't think young queers (even me) will truly understand the scope of queer history. It takes effort to learn about this, but it is an effort worth pursuing every single time. At the least, we owe it to honour the people who came before us who have sacrificed so much. We owe our communities that much, at least.

[sisterofthesouth]

jarred immediately tells endon to put on the Belt but it's very interesting that endon only agrees to it when sharn also tells him to do it. it could just be that she's always been a pragmatic person but it's interesting that she and jarred are on the same page right away even though they just met but endon still struggles to trust jarred completely despite knowing him forever

[divorceblogger]

As I’ve told you, Louis, each vampire selects his victims in his own way. The world is a veritable wilderness of singular beauties and each night too precious to allow for the slightest waste. Each night is a wedding, really, and the vampire is wed to the unique and alluring charms of that victim as surely as he is wed to that victim’s life. You hold the spirit incarnate in your arms.

For some of us, monstrous breed that we are, and such a discerning and voracious company, it is the struggle that holds the quintessential fulfillment, the thrashing of the waning lover seems to soothe the preternatural soul. This is nonsense, really. These innocent and unsuspecting victims can’t really struggle against a power such as our own. What lurks beneath these gentlemanly trappings is a strength that is unconquerable. Yet there are vampires who crave the semblance of battle, saying that it is the human spirit they love, its endurance, its faith.

… They summon me. The long for me. Gentleman Death, that has been my epithet, and I so treasure it. What gentleman can refuse a lady, after all?

why did we ever move on from here

[angie-starz]

Girls🥰

[mooseonahunt]

Deep breaths. Let’s all just hold hands and take deep breaths. Let’s all just take a minute to relax.