i mean the reason the gay community fought for marriage rights was bc during the aids crisis their partners would literally die in the hospital all alone bc their partners couldnt visit them bc they were not “family”
ppl would lose their homes, their inheritances, even their children bc they were not “family” with their deceased partners
like this shit isnt about a tax cut. just let gay people celebrate this important acquisition
This little Harkstiel marriage ficlet popped in my head as I was falling asleep last night:
Jack held Castiel’s hand as they listened to the judge. Jack had been to plenty of weddings, participated in a few too. But this was different. They both knew that ‘till death do us part’ had a whole ‘nother meaning in their lives. Jack knew this wasn’t another mortal that he would love and lose. Their lives might take them far from one another but for this moment, in this place, they were joined.
They hadn’t planned on the day going this way. They were in the States, working on a case, when the decision came down. Jack had been glad for the changes over the past years; it made his male partners less wary, less fearful of the consequences.
Their work had taken them into downtown and suddenly they found themselves in the middle of a celebration. Jack had been grinning since he heard. Castiel had observed, both the others and Jack and finally pulled him aside.
“You and I have a different view of eternity,” he’d said. “But I do believe you would like to make a commitment. We already have, in a way, but would you like to make it here?”
“If you’re asking me to marry you,” smiled Jack. “Then yes.” He leaned in to kiss him, glad that no one would look twice at them here.
Castiel met his gaze as they broke apart, then took his hand and led him into the courthouse.
It had been easy enough for them to forge their way into a marriage license. They got in line with the other couples and Jack struck up a conversation with the two ladies in front of them. They’d been together almost ten years and were raising an adorable little boy that clung to one of his mom’s legs in the crowd.
Which led them at last to here, standing in front of a judge, making their vows. The people behind them clapped as they kissed and they barely dodged the photographer on the way out. Jack wrapped an arm around Castiel’s waist and kissed him again. “I promise I will love, honor and cherish you,” he said quietly. “From here to the far corners of the universe, in whatever stolen moments we might share.”
“And I will do the same,” said Castiel, weaving his fingers into Jack’s. “Love, honor and cherish the man you are, wherever we might be.“
how many spiderman movies can they make….how many times can uncle ben die…..when will they free peter parker from his own personal hellish groundhog day….
Did you see the licensing agreement between Sony and Marvel making Peter Parker/Spiderman a cishet white male? I feel like someone is pulling my leg.
They’re not a story company. They’re a toy company. They’re a global marketing company. Creativity is not the business; consistency is. They’re the McDonalds of storytelling. Anything you want as long as it’s some combination of burgers, fries, and a coke, and its all cooked by computer. You want bigger menu – come to fandom. Dietary restrictions? Check the tags. You want a personal chef: come to Yuletide. 😀
One thing I love about Marvel fandom is that increasingly we are also ignoring the fast food when it displeases us. We just don’t even acknowledge certain deaths or events from the last few movies, like they’re the Satisfries of canon. Meanwhile Button Bob, the Shamrock Shake of the MCU, exists onscreen for three minutes but lives forever in our hearts.
