John Green: Harry Potter Nerds Win at Life (x)
(Source: weasleycansaveanything)
John Green: Harry Potter Nerds Win at Life (x)
(Source: weasleycansaveanything)
Though it probably won’t be happening for over a year, I’ve started with ideas. Fiance contributed almost accidentally. We were at the shoe store at the mall last night. We walked by the Chuck Taylors and I picked up the red ones saying, “We need to get you a pair of these. (Hint, Doctor Who reference for all you non-Whovians). You could wear them in the wedding.” Now I said this half joking, but kind of meaning it at the same time. Then he said, “Then I would have to get the Formal ones.” (Black and White)
There is definitely a reason why I’m marrying this man.
But that’s not all.
We shot back around to the front of the store after deciding on which shoes we were going to buy now. I picked up a pair of extreme high heels and my eyes just went wide. Then he said, “You could wear Chucks too. It could be our thing.”
Yep. Definitely marrying this one.
So I’ve decided that even though I could get a pair of purple Chucks (our colors are Purple with Teal and splashes of Silver and Black) I wanted more Doctor Who references in the wedding. So I’m going with dark blue. It’s the closest I can find as a TARDIS Blue. So blue Chucks will be my “something blue.” Fitting for any Whovian.
Sleeping with cats.
My cat has three positions: in my arms, over my head, and biting the fucking shit out of me.
(Source: natazilla)
…
He’s The Fiancé. ^_^
Boom!

Friday night was awesome.
He came into my work around 9:30pm, saying that he forgot we closed at 10pm on the weekends instead of 9pm. He walked around the store while I worked the register. After we had closed, he kept his distance to let me do my job. I walked over to the children’s section to make sure it’s in good order before we all left. He followed me back there.
HIM: So, you’re going to hate me.
ME: Why?
HIM: I don’t have your surprise.
ME: *Angry glare* Whatever.
HIM: Tell me you won’t hate me.
ME: I can’t make any promises.
HIM: Promise me you won’t hate me.
ME: *sigh* Fine, I won’t hate you.
HIM: It’s not exactly what I wanted to give you, but it will have to do. *Pulls out tiny box and drops to one knee. Opens tiny box.* Yes, I want to marry you. And yes, I want you to be my one and only. Will you marry me?
ME: * :-O * Yes!
I still can’t stop smiling. :-D
(Source: pandor4)