Radiant in white lace, satin, and minimal underwear, Ms Boyne
MuddyWater River married Mr. Murtagh FitzGibbons Fraser in a moving ceremony
officiated by Reverend Roberta Burns, at Nitshill Church of Scotland, during a
glorious Weekend Wedding Festival in sunny Glasgow.
Family ol’ pal Saint-Hildegard-of-Bingen of Kentucky, USA
offered a stirring rendition of the Ave Maria during the signing of the
register, which was not usual for a Protestant wedding, but if it was good
enough for the bride’s BFF’s first wedding, it was good enough for the bride.
Ms River-Fraser wore her ol’ mither’s pearl necklace and carried
a bouquet of fresh ivory roses. Her headpiece of pearls and roses accentuated
her flowing chestnut brown locks. Her bridal wardrobe included a jacket made
from the Official Tartan of the Province of Manitoba, Canada.
Mr. Fraser was resplendent in his family heirloom kilt and grey
waistcoat under a black wedding jacket with ivory rose boutonniere. He trimmed
his hair and beard, and bathed for the occasion, paying particular attention to
World-renown couturière, Madame Outlanderedandoverhere of
The House of Mother of Dolls UK, designed and tailored the Frasers’ wedding
King of Men, Laird Jamie Fraser of Lallybroch in
Inverness-shire, Mr. Fraser’s godson, attended his godfather.
Sassenach, Lady SindyClaire Fraser, née Beauchamp, Mr. Fraser’s
goddaugther-in-law, attended Mrs. River-Fraser. The House of Mother of Dolls UK
also created the younger Frasers’ ensembles.
The couple’s beloved wee cheeties Rerun and Belle served as ring
bearer and flower girl, respectively. They were bored out of their minds and
slept through most of the ceremony.
Several wild animals native to Manitoba, Canada completed the
wedding party, adding a je ne sais quoi flavour to the day.
RCMP Sergeant Diane “Ginger of The Mounties” Ferguson commanded
the elite security team. In keeping with the spirit of Canada, no shots were
fired and no one raised their voice.
Mrs. River-Fraser, master lion tamer, was born and raised on the
Canadian Prairie. She was educated on the banks of the river bearing her name,
and later earned a PhD in Classical Bullshit from the University of Manitoba.
Mr. Fraser, warrior and sword dancer, was born and raised near
Beauly in Inverness-shire. He was educated at Beaufort Castle, and later earned
a PhD in Cursin’ & Sword Fightin’ from the University of Edinburgh.
Guests of the Frasers enjoyed a Meet & Greet Brunch and
Shinty Shinny Tournament on the Festival grounds prior to the ceremony.
Later that evening, the party rocked on during the reception,
including a seven-course dinner, a talent show, dancing, and a Manitoba Social Midnight
Supper. A good time was had by all.
Very few guests’ names appeared in the next morning’s headlines.
The Frasers continue to delight in each other’s company during a
honeymoon trip to undisclosed locations.
They maintain homes in Scotland and Canada, and a cool and
groovy summer home is currently under construction somewhere in between.
The Frasers wish to thank all People of Earth who travelled to
Glasgow to celebrate with them, and to help make Sumday, December 32, 2016, a
day that could never be duplicated.
No animals were harmed during the
production of this wedding.
( a/n ; hello! so this is my first take on writing this kind of imagines. i always have plots in my mind but i’m not sure how to write it out as a fanfic because of the lack in my english writing :^) i took 2 weeks to write this bc i kept changing plots and stuffs o u o ; anyways, i hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it! + i’m sorry but i don’t take requests, however you can still suggest here~ i only do gay/yaoi/boxboy ships that i approve c: )
so basically JENO LOVES SKINSHIP ALOT BUT JAEMIN DOESN’T
Aside from a funny, sweet, caring loving,and even a protective type personality, I want a guy who’s slightly taller than me, because I’d rather be the shorter of the two, also I want him bigger than me, not so I can look smaller next to him, but because when it comes to cuddling I’d rather cuddle with the guy and not the pillow we’re sharing, if he’s got a slightly big belly, and he wants it bigger then I not only want to watch it get bigger but help him get it bigger, rather he’s 250,290,330,350, or390 nearing 400…. I want to be able to use his big belly as a pillow when there aren’t any left to use. I want to when standing in front of him to feel his big round belly slightly pressed against my backside or unless I’m facing him to feel his belly close the gap tween me and him before being wrapped in his arms, when laying next to him when I want to when reaching to put my own arms around him that I have to practically be almost on him before my arm reaches the other side of him. I want to watch his belly shake as he laughs and wabble a bit when he walks…. I want to watch him eat rather it’s breakfast, lunch, brunch, a snack or a few snacks, dinner/supper, desert midnight snack, whatever, if he’s 400 and wants to get bigger, then again I want to do what I can to help. When we’re goofing off together or whatever , especially when it’s the two of us I want to be pinned against the wall by his big belly,when rubbing his belly I would love for it to be soft and jiggly like Jell-O or feel like dough. I want to go from kissing his lips and chubby cheeks to kissing his chest/moobs to kissing and rubbing his belly.. also when he eats or stuffs himself, I want to hear him moan in mixture of satisfaction, pleasure, and pain and hear him ask for more food or a nother drink of whatever he likes to eat or drink… despite the fact that he’s completely full and over stuffed….I want to see buttons pop and zippers burst, and if I have to I want to be the one who unfasten his pants for him so he won’t have to stop in the middle of his eating to do so and to lift his shirt up or unbutton it if he needs me to while he’s eating as well as rub his belly as it expands while he’s eating or stuffing himself…. If he has a certain size he wants to be then I want to help him get to that size or even if he doesn’t yet still has goals then I want to help him reach those goals. So in all I want a cute big fat guy for a boyfriend and or better yet for a husband.
He’d found her in a hotel, working the kitchen. She remembered that. Tori got a little fuzzy on why she wasn’t working there anymore, and why she was working in this compound now. She didn’t really care though. It was a job, she got to make amazing dishes for charming foreigners and Southerners alike, and her hours seemed fairly flexible.
Tori had gotten the call an hour past. A midnight supper for one, the master of the house. She was in the kitchen, plating up a perfectly seared steak, rosemary potatoes, and steamed and seasoned broccoli. She straightened, one minute until midnight, and took the tray of food, rolls, and wine to the table, her experience as a waitress handy at the moment.
There he was, the master of the house. Sometimes Nik, Niklaus, or Klaus. She called him Mr. Mikaeson, and always gave him a sunny smile.
“Mr. Mikaelson, dinner as requested. Hope you enjoy it,” she said, setting it down to serve him. “And, of course…. if you want anything else…” Tori nodded, eager as always to serve him.
idk i cant imagine hobbits ever leaving valinor and the never-ending breakfasts
Then Fëanor cried: ‘Shall we mourn here deedless for ever, a shadow-folk, mist-haunting, dropping vain tears in the thankless sea? Or shall we return to our home? In Cuiviénen sweet ran the waters under unclouded stars, and wide lands lay about, where a free people might walk. There they lie still and await us who in our folly forsook them. Come away! Let the cowards keep this city!’
And a voice piped up from the back of the crowd, saying, ‘Well, I don’t deny you make a number of very good points, and I’m sure there’s lots to be said for Middle-earth, sweet waters and so on, but do they know about second breakfast?’
Fëanor was unable to comment on whether the peoples of Middle-earth knew about second breakfast. Nor could he say for sure whether there would be elevenses, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, supper, or midnight snacks. And so the Noldor went away homewards shaking their heads, feeling that free kingdoms under the stars were all very well, but really one could manage without them, whereas no one could reasonably be expected to manage without at the very least some jam and toast and a cup of tea at about half-past nine.