days weddings

Remember my cousin’s $100k+ wedding? I just got an e-mail from her–Wee Dram was in the wedding and then out of it and now is back in it. Whatever–and she asked that I check out her wedding website again. And. OMG, y’all. There is a page with a series of suggested outfits for both men and women for every event over the course of the weekend. Like, it wasn’t bad enough that she gave specific instructions on the invite about attire, which is technically a no no? She had to put together like a damn polyvore collection?

Originally posted by sidewindervx

totheverybestoftimes  asked:

as long there's fighting going on, imagine Sherlock going up to John's room a couple days after the wedding and sees the ashtray he stole from Buckingham palace sitting there on the end table, a beautiful memory of the laughter they shared and how close they'd been and John had just left it behind when he moved out (because it was too painful to look at, but Sherlock doesn't know that), so he sits on the floor and stubs out cigarette after cigarette in it, trying to make it disappear #fightme

Are you sure he didn’t break it into pieces? Only to realize what he has done moments later. Then tries to pick up the broken glass and cuts his hand. Blood dropping in the glass. Broken glass inside, outside. Heartbreak..

I don’t know about kings, but I’ll help you

A sequel to “A gift for a girl who no longer exists”. I just couldn’t leave Sansa that unhappy! So here is Jon brushing Sansa’s hair. :) This is a bit of a remix of one of the first chapters of a WIP. Thanks again to @dragonchristianlady97 for the lovely “Jon likes to brush Sansa’s hair” headcanon!


Sansa tried to be scrupulous about appearances. They mattered. She knew that better than most. The Lannisters had wrapped her in lions,complete with teeth and claws, the day she wed Tyrion. She’d worn her own dress emblazoned with a wolf when staring Ramsay down, and she’d drawn strength from it.

So she was angry she’d let her hair get away from her. The past week hadn’t given any of them a moment’s rest. A raven had come to Winterfell heralding the arrival of Daenerys Targaryen. Sansa heard whispers of the queen’s beauty, even this far north. She’d thought herself past vanity. Apparently she’d been mistaken. She was vain enough to want her hair to shine like burnished copper, as it had when her mother brushed it, so she could greet the queen with confidence. But late nights and early mornings had forced her to braid her hair quickly, to keep it out of the way of the maps spread out hastily in Winterfell’s great hall.

Now it was tangled, hopelessly, in the back. She was standing, scowling at her reflection. I don’t have time for this.

She heard a knock at the door. “Sansa, it’s Jon. May I come in?” She almost turned him away. But the news he carried could be important, and she couldn’t shut herself in her room forever.

“Yes, come in please, Jon.” He closed the door, cutting off the colder air from the hallway. Sansa cursed as the brush got stuck once again. Jon seemed shocked. She’d probably never cursed in front of him before.

“Sansa, what’s wrong?”

Sansa was too tired to lie. She’d have to tell him. She sighed, setting the brush down. “Jon, promise, please, not to laugh.” Jon looked about as far away from laughing as possible, but then again, he usually looked solemn. “I won’t, Sansa.”

“It’s-“ Sansa gestured fruitlessly to the back of her head. “My hair, Jon, it’s tangled, and I can’t brush through it. And no, I can’t ask a lady’s maid for help, I can’t ask anyone for help, because I can’t let them-“

Jon strode across the room, and his arms were around her before she could get out the rest of the warning. Sansa stiffened, and Jon loosened his grip, ready to release her. He felt…good, warm and solid, and Sansa focused on her breathing. He won’t hurt me. He won’t. She gathered up her courage and leaned into him. Jon held her a little tighter, and waited. She sensed he was ready to stand there all night, even all week.

“Sansa, you don’t have to explain.” Jon’s voice was low, and soft, and she could feel his words reverberate in his chest. She held on to his shirt with one hand. “I just – if there’s anything I can do, to help you, please tell me.”

Sansa focused on the feel of Jon’s stubble against her cheek, and the scent of leather that clung to him. Maybe she could make a jest, to get out the mess she’d found herself in. “Do kings brush hair?”

Jon tilted his ear towards her. “Hm?” She couldn’t blame him. She’d spoken directly into the fabric of his shirt. She pulled back, and tried for lightness. “Kings. Do they brush hair?”

She waited for a hint of a smile. Instead Jon held her gaze, his eyes dark and serious. “I don’t know about kings, Sansa, but I’d try, if you wanted.”

Sansa didn’t trust herself to speak just then, so she reached for the silver brush on her table. Her hand shook slightly. She held it out to him. Jon took the handle from her. He still hadn’t let her go, and Sansa found she didn’t want him to. She felt safe, and wished she could keep him here, in her chambers. That thought led to other half-suppressed feelings she knew she had to ignore, so she turned, and sat.

Jon was at a loss, but determined. He cleared his throat. “Is it better if I stand?”

“It’s easier if you sit in a chair behind me.”

“I saw your mother and you like that, once.” Jon pulled up a chair behind her. He was quiet, which was a blessing. Sansa expected the large knots in her hair were intimidating. She was about to give Jon some advice, to tell him he might have to start with his fingers, when he made quick work of the first tangles. She looked at him in the mirror, surprised. “Have you done this before, Jon?”

Jon shrugged. “I brushed horses at the Wall,” he said, and then shut his eyes. “I can’t believe I just said that out loud.” Sansa was speechless. The chagrin on Jon’s face was too much, and Sansa couldn’t help a small laugh at his expense.

She covered her mouth, chastened. “I’m sorry, Jon, that was unkind.”

“No, it’s all right. It’s…I’m glad to hear you laugh.” The corner of Jon’s mouth turned up, and he kept working. “Your hair’s so fine, anyway,” he said gently, “the knots come out easily.” Sansa knew he wasn’t telling the whole truth. The tangled mess was challenging, but Jon was patient. Soon Sansa closed her eyes, tilting her head back. It was such a luxury, to have someone do this for her. It was such a luxury not to flinch at someone’s touch. She heard his chair scrape against the floor to get a bit closer. She felt his fingertips at her temple, lightly, at the beginning of each stroke through her hair.

“Is this too hard?”

“No, Jon, you’re gentler than mother was.” She yawned, and dimly realized he’d not told her where he needed to be next. 


When she woke the room was dim. The sun had almost set. She could feel Jon’s presence behind her. “How long was I asleep?”

“Not that long.”

He was a terrible liar. “Jon, the sun’s gone down, it’s been at least a few hours. Were you here, the whole time?”

“Aye I didn’t - you looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Sansa.”

“How did you get out that one huge knot in the back?” She couldn’t believe she’d slept through that.

“I just…concentrated,” he said, and something in his tone made her shiver. “Do you need me to braid it? You’d have to show me, it always looks so intricate, around your head, small braids and large ones.” His forehead creased. A man ready to lead an army to war, flummoxed at the thought of dressing a woman’s hair. She could only imagine what he would have made of the elaborate styles she’d worn back when she thought Cersei Lannister was the height of grace and beauty.

Sansa did want his help, and soon. She wanted to wear his gift, the hairnet he’d given her. But this wasn’t the time. “No, you’d better go, I’m sure Davos and Tormund are wondering where you are by now.” He looked at her in confusion and she sighed, inwardly. Think, Jon, you spent hours in your sister’s bedroom, unplanned, people see, they talk. He got up with a strange reluctance and paused at the door.

“Good night, Sansa.”

“Good night, Jon.” Her hair flowed like silk as pulled it over one shoulder. She looked down at the silver brush on the table. There was barely a strand caught in it. She wouldn’t have been half so careful herself. Sansa braided her hair back to keep it from tangling again while she slept and threw two extra logs on for light and warmth. She slept well, and long, that night, dreaming of copper and fire and Jon’s dark eyes.


CS wedding day

Regina/Evil Queen (she’s reunited as one and pissed because she thought she had the easy way out and didn’t and OMG can’t she have anything?!?!?) comes in to ruin the wedding a la Snow and David’s

She can’t ruin the wedding, but she curses them and basically says “I’ll get you my little pretties” and Zelena is like “hey, that’s my line, sis.” And season 7 is Regina plotting against CS while Emma’s belly grows.

Snow is worried because she’s sure Regina is after the baby but Emma’s “mom, I’ve got this. I’ve got magic. I’ve got Killian. This kid is the product of true love two times over. Stop worrying.”

So 20 episodes of Regina failing, Henry seeing Regina for who she is, Snow being a real mom to Emma instead of coddling Regina, and Killian and Emma being all true love about having a baby.

Series finale is Emma giving birth and Regina coming to destroy it and Emma’s triple threat of love for Killian, Henry and the new kid enables her to wipe Regina out for good with a quick flick of the wrist.

10 minute wrap up where they show us that CS gets the HE they’ve always deserved and the whole town is safe forever.

The end

Blooper Reel

Hamwriters’ Write-a-thon: AU Day (1)

Pairing: Jordan Fisher x Reader

Word Count: 2,633

Trigger Warnings: None really, just fluff

A/N: Day 1! I’m so excited for this even though I totally procrastinated. Hopefully, I’ll be posting them on time, sometime in the afternoon each day. I can’t wait to read all of your fics, guys! Enjoy this, it’s literally all fluff. The calm before the storm. *cue maniacal laughing*

Originally posted by riotinoakland

There were plenty of things you were fairly sure would never happen at your wedding. One was breakdancing. Another, juggling. It wasn’t like you’d planned the ins and outs of your wedding day since you were a kid. Some things you just knew weren’t going to happen at the sacred ceremony.

But one thing you hadn’t even thought of, was having a toast to YouTube.

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Day 1: Monday - 27/02/17

  • First Meeting
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Day 2: Tuesday - 28/02/17

  • First fight
  • Letter Writing

Day 3: Wednesday - 01/03/17

  • First kiss
  • Quidditch

Day 4: Thursday - 02/03/17

  • First date
  • Engagement

Day 5: Friday - 03/03/17

  • First  time meeting the family
  • Wedding

Day 6: Saturday - 04/03/17

  • First time
  • Pregnancy

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  • First battle
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i got distracted and watched the wedding again and tbh its just dawned on me that whatever soap madness is to come for aaron & robert they will always have had this soppy surprise wedding day and no one is ever going 2 tell me they weren’t the loves of each others lives bye 

anonymous asked:

He had spent the night with Maggie the day before his wedding right?

oh shit, possibly? probably? i’d have to look it up and double check. bit of a dick move of paul’s, to be fucking around before his wedding. but that also sort of supports my suspicions that linda knew.. a lot.. and she understood far more about how paul worked than anyone he’d ever been with. the fact that they made up and decided to make a go of it only underscores that fact. it’s just really interesting to think about. especially if you consider the way in which paul uses the word queer. it’s not derisive, but explanatory. he’s referring to himself. of course, he could have just said it in the heat of the moment to illustrate a polarized perception, i.e. he doesn’t mean himself, because he’s so super straight. but idk. interesting.

Episode Rerun Recap of “The Big Day” Part 2

I posted Part 1 on Feb. 22.

Season 3, Episode 6 - February 20, 2017
The babefest continues.

7. Jinger is awake early on her wedding day in the mcmansion down the block from the tin mansion. Jeremy walks in without knocking with a “Hello babe.” He grabs her up into a big bear hug. Luckily the cameraman is chaperoning to keep them from having sex on the kitchen island. They do the same thing as Benessa and Derjill did on their wedding morning. They sit and have devotions together but Jeremy is more touchy feely with his devotions. Jeremy’s devotions consist of him saying the word “love” a million times. Maybe he’s trying to teach Jinger about love since she was raised by two constantly humping parents who bred more for competition than actual love of children. Wasn’t this part already shown the first time the wedding aired? I might repeat myself some in this recap of a recap.

8. At the church of the giant V, the young couple is getting it on. I mean they are prepping for the day. Groomsmen prep and the bridesmaids primp and Jinger is more happy than I’ve ever seen her before. I mean real happy. Not that forced smile she has made over the years to cover up her horror over another dumb Jim Bob joke. Jeremy demands a devotional among the groomsmen and they get belted with the word “love” a million times as well. Okay Jer, I think they get it. Then he hands out his gift of love to the guys, animal socks.

9. The guys suits are mixed up, repeat. The boys making corsages, repeat. John whips up a double windsor knot on Jeremy’s tie saving the day or at least Jeremy’s neck. Groomsmen photos are taken in front of the stage and Jinger talks nonstop as her hair and makeup is being done. Yeah, she’s nervous. Constant blabbing is a sign of anxiety. More photos are taken. Jinger’s veil is pinned on and the Godbobber wanders in with his phony tears. Jim Bob, with Michelle and Jinger, starts a prayer where he says he’s been praying for Jinger’s whole life for her to meet a godly guy. Maybe he should have prayed more about his eldest some becoming a godly guy. More wedding photos, this time with the female participants. Jessa rudely blames the guys for making the wedding run late not knowing that they were late because Jeremy was praying his head off. I guess it can be hard to hang up on God sometimes.

10. Yay! Something new! As photos are being taken, child labor laws are being broken at the reception hall. Little children and young women are working an assembly line making hundreds of cupcakes. Jinger’s friend, Nicole, is making a a sexy naked cake. The volunteer bakers are ahead of schedule, I guess because they didn’t have Jeremy over to say “love” a billion times.

11. The guests arrive, Josh hides behind a toddler, and Jeremy bolts out of the dressing room door. He looks behind him and no one is following him so he says, “Let’s go guys.” Jeremy is ready and eager for Jinger’s deflowering. MOVE IT, PEOPLE!!! Jinger is babbling away before the ceremony starts. I really hope she had decaf that morning. She’s starting to look like she wants to run. The sound guy offers her a mint so she’ll have good breath for the first kiss and I decide that the sound guy needs to worry more about cutting the mics for farts than about her kissing. Michelle and Diana light the sabotaged unity candles and babewedding is on, again!

12. Total repeat of the wedding first aired in November. We do get some subtitles this time. We can see what they said when the unity candles decided to not unite and we get to see Jeremy whisper to Jinger, “Will you come with me.” as he repeats the song lyrics the pianist is singing. Of course, I had to snicker at that. Then he strangely whispers, “Are my eyes hazel?” She nods yes. Is that fundie sex talk or something? Then the first kiss happens and it doesn’t last long but Jinger claims it was outta this world. After the ceremony there are group photos taken on the stage where number 20, Tyler, is introduced to the world and then they head to the reception hall.

13. At the reception, which thankfully is not being held in a parking lot, some guy announces the appearance of “Mr. Jeremy and Jinger Vuolo.” It’s nice that the couple got to go to the reception. Usually they just send the newlyweds away asap to start their baby making. They cut the naked cake as it begins to fall apart and feed it to each other and then have an uncomfortable looking kiss. I think Jinger was still chewing when he kissed her. I saw no food at the reception. I know they had cupcakes and a pickled table but they weren’t shown. Talking heads happen where the kids are asked who is going to marry next. Most say Joy will over aging John and Jana. I’m starting to think John and Jana eloped years ago, not to each other, and are hiding their marriages from the public. That would be really interesting for this awfully dull family.  They all also say that Jinger will be pregnant pretty quickly. Of course……free her up from the family and then have her tied down to another. I’m sure Hannie will move to Laredo to raise Jinger’s kids.

14. As Jinger is finally freed from captivity at the Duggar compound she is followed to the getaway car by a bright light that could only be an angel or mercy. An angel of mercy or a giant computer generated sun glare to block out her child molesting/adulterer brother, Josh. Yeah, it was just Josh. I’m surprised they could generate a sun glare big enough to cover his ego.

15. The newly married couple drive away into the sunset running over someone being hidden by a sun glare and live happily ever after. The Aussie honeymoon is next week along with Austin asking Jim Bob. who is sitting in a closet again. if he can court Joy. Jim Bob sure loves to hide in the closet.