Oohlala, I Am Halfway Done.

walburga: you’re not good enough for my son

remus: you’re not good enough for your son

walburga: excuse me?

remus: you heard me.

biker Barty asking med student Evan to hold his hand while they take his blood for tests

Fictober Day 3

Prompt:

“You said ‘this can’t end well’ and kissed me, and now it’s six years later and we’re getting married.”

WandaNat, pure fluff

Natasha couldn't believe her eyes as Wanda strode down the isle, escorted by her brother Pietro. Her red hair fell in cascades down her shoulders, her white dress conformed to all the right places. Natasha can't help but take a spft breath, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve, full of nerves and excitement.

When Wanda finally stands in front of her, she reaches out for her hand.

“Hi.” She says quietly, Wanda responding with her own “hi” as the officiant starts the ceremony. But even though it was the most important day of both their lives, they didn't care, their eyes locked and fingers entwined.

And when prompted for vows, Natasha immediately speaks up.

“Wanda, when I first met you, I was scared. You were so powerful and I was just… me. But then I found out you were the sweetest person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting and I knew right then who my heart belonged to. The first time we kissed, it was after a fight. I don't remember the mission well, just the fact you nearly died. And I? I confessed my feelings and you took it better than expected.

“The moment was tense, Wanda. You remember. But then you did something that will forever be engrained in my mind. You said ‘this can’t end well’ and kissed me, and now it’s six years later and we’re getting married. Thank you for allowing me the privilege of getting to wake up next to you for the rest of my life.”

Wanda's eyes are wide, teary. “Oh, Natasha. I love you so much. You have no idea. And I was wrong. This will never end. And if it does, we'll be together. Forever, darling. And always.”

Natasha smiles, pressing her forehead against Wanda's as they exchange rings, their lips meeting gently.

That night, under silken sheets and the soft glow of the moon through the open window, their touches are soft and their words are gentle, whispered promises of a lifetime together.

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it's so funny to me when i see pearl-clutching articles about how "teenagers are diagnosing themselves with mental disorders via tiktok" because like. this is not happening in a vacuum. teenagers are severely and i mean severely medically neglected. i cannot stress this enough. teenagers do not have free access to medical care. those same news outlets would be clowning on women with housewife psychosis in the 1950's.

i sometimes go pale when listening to some of what my friends have gone through in their childhoods and teenagehoods. they talk about it so nonchalantly, things that would be considered straight up torture if done to an adult, can't fathom the effect this has on children. they are on multiple anti-psychotics and several antidepressants and anxiety meds now that they are adults. medical neglect has legally and effectively disabled them. a timely diagnosis and intervention could have saved them. of course teenagers are self-diagnosing using tiktok. if your knee-jerk reaction is to scoff at the idea and dismiss it as dumb teenager shit instead of being radicalized because the best shot young people have at attaining the mental health support they need is a fucking dancing videos app, you're categorically a political enemy of the youth.