More fun facts about ancient Celtic marriage laws: There were no laws against interclass or interracial marriage, no laws against open homosexual relationships (although they weren’t considered ‘marriages’ since the definition of a marriage was ‘couple with child’), no requirement for women to take their husband’s names or give up their property, but comedians couldn’t get married
It’s Adam and Eve not Adam Sandler and Eve
Monthly Archives: September 2014
Pip and Bink ♡
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There. There it is, the reaction she wants. She lets go immediately, breathing a little shaky, pulse pounding. The way he fought — maybe she should have picked something else. Someone else. She presses her lips together, looks down and away, then back up. “I’m sorry,” she says softly. “I shouldn’t have — I’m sorry. I couldn’t think what — you … ” She straggles off, drags in a deep breath, and finishes, “You should use yours on me, now. Turnabout is fair play.”
He feels the pressure come off of him and he stops crying immediately. His regular emotions return back to his body, a hand straying up to wipe his tears before she gets a chance to look at them too clearly. Stiles wipes his tears from his eyes, frustrated that there’s a wetness on his hands. “I mean, I don’t really see why I have to use it on you. There’s nothing I really want you to do.”
He’s just a little miffed from his emotions being toyed with.
Summer doesn’t try to shield him out again, right now. She deserves his anger, really; only she doesn’t know what else she might have used. She turns out her hands, and says, “I made you do something you didn’t want, so you should get to do the same, that’s all.”
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She pushes harder. This is her power, this is what she is, what she’s for — she needs him to cry. She needs to know she’s still in control, at least a little, and the consequences of any other emotion she could have put on him wouldn’t’ve been acceptable. It’s harder than she expected, but maybe that’s because of his power.
“Don’t fight me,” she hisses, hardly aware of it.
She continues pressing, pushing, and Stiles is irritated that she picked this emotion of all things. She had so many to pick from and yet she chose sadness. Regardless, the teen stops fighting her and licks his lips softly, letting the tears overflow from his eyelids and run down his cheeks. He hated crying, he always felt terrible afterward. At this point, he wanted it to be over with, finding it rather obvious that her powers were working.
There. There it is, the reaction she wants. She lets go immediately, breathing a little shaky, pulse pounding. The way he fought — maybe she should have picked something else. Someone else. She presses her lips together, looks down and away, then back up. “I’m sorry,” she says softly. “I shouldn’t have — I’m sorry. I couldn’t think what — you … ” She straggles off, drags in a deep breath, and finishes, “You should use yours on me, now. Turnabout is fair play.”