vegas night one

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Fish’s Guide to the Legion Part 22:  Alerio

Part 1:  caesar

Part 2:  lanius

Part 3:  lucius

Part 4:  vulpes

Part 5:  aurelius

Part 6:  silus

Part 7:  dead sea

Part 8:  alexus

Part 9:  antony

Part 10:  otho

Part 11:  cursor lucullus

Part 12:  joshua graham

Part 13:  burned man

Part 14:  ulysses

Part 15: captain curtis

Part 16:  siri

Part 17:  ranger stella

Part 18:  melody

Part 19:  canyon-runner

Part 20:  strange man

Part 21:  karl

HOLY SHIT I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS PICTURE. When I was young my sister and I were traveling from AZ to OR with out grandma. We stopped in Vegas one night where they had this Shrek photo booth

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In the 1989 era, I’ve traveled to see @taylorswift​ at Release Week in New York, Rio in Rock in Vegas, DC night one, DC night two, Boston night one, Boston night two, Atlanta & Tampa! That was 9,508 miles, 4 round trip flights, 15 nights in a hotel away from my hubs and pups, 3 custom shirts and 1 custom hat, hundreds of glow sticks & SO WORTH IT!

I was lucky enough to open the U.S. leg of the tour in Vegas (with @cattiehallway & @lyyssaaaa13) and close it in Tampa (with @cattiehallway)… but the memories I made in between are everything! The 1989 World Tour gave @bubblyaschampagne & me the opportunity to go twinning with you, Taylor, and then celebrate her recent wedding at the DC and Atlanta shows. Angie and I are forever thankful that we’ve literally grown up with you! Thank you for bringing so many amazing people (many of them are pictured in the photos) into my life and for giving us a reason to get together and dance like we are 22, even if we aren’t. Some people may think we are crazy for traveling around the country to see you… I just think we are lucky!

Enjoy the rest of the 1989 era overseas, Taylor, and please know that whatever happens next… I’ll always stand by your side, just as you have done for me.  

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Album of the year?! More like Album of my LIFE!

1989 isn’t just an album, it’s been the soundtrack to my life since the day it came out. It has given me so many memories that I am so thankful for, memories that I’ll never forget.

In the 1989 era, I’ve traveled to see @taylorswift​ at Release Week in New York, Rio in Rock in Vegas, DC night one, DC night two, Boston night one, Boston night two, Atlanta & Tampa! That’s 9,508 miles, 4 round trip flights, 15 nights in a hotel away from my hubs and pups, 3 custom shirts and 1 custom hat, hundreds of glow sticks & SO WORTH IT!

I was lucky enough to open the U.S. leg of the tour in Vegas (with @cattiehallway & @lyyssaaaa13) and close it in Tampa (with @cattiehallway)… but the memories I made in between are everything! The 1989 World Tour gave @bubblyaschampagne & me the opportunity to go twinning with you, Taylor, and then celebrate Angie’s wedding at the DC and Atlanta shows. Angie and I are forever thankful that we’ve literally grown up with you! Thank you for bringing so many amazing people into my life and for giving us a reason to get together and dance like we are 22, even if we aren’t. Some people may think we are crazy for traveling around the country to see you… I just think we are lucky!

Taylor, please know that whatever happens next, I’ll always stand by your side, just as you have done for me. The best is yet to come….

An Officer and A Bounty Hunter

Killian is in the Navy on leave. Emma is a bailbonds person looking for a skip in Vegas. One strange night leads to a marriage but this one is to scam the government. Welcome to my very long married in Vegas/fake married CS AU oneshot. A very, very, very late birthday present for @tnlph. Beta by the most excellent @capitaine-odette
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In her 28 years Emma Swan had woken up with some killer hangovers–some of them accompanied by a warm body and an unknown bed–but this was the first time she had woken to a glass of water and some aspirin on the bed stand. It made her smile in the grey light of the hotel room. Dimly she registered the sound of the shower as she sat up slowly and reached for the short tumbler. She downed half the glass before she noticed the diamond ring on her finger. She choked and began to splutter getting water all over the sheets. Once she managed to get a lungful of air she put her head in her hands and groaned; the memories were coming back.

The dark club where she had gone to catch her skip but he had never showed. The blue-eyed, black haired guy in a leather jacket that had approached her with a swagger that had her rolling her eyes. She let him buy her a drink anyway.

Then things got fuzzy.

She knew they danced and shared one mind-blowing kiss but she can’t remember when or in which club. The next clear memory she had was sitting with him at Fatburger laughing as she ate onion rings. He had told her a story about his training in the Navy. As if on cue a male voice singing about drunken sailors came drifting from the shower. Emma groaned.

Killian Jones. The name came to her suddenly. It was a relief to have a name even if it led to her thinking if she liked the sound of Emma Jones. Her stomach rolled. She lifted her hand and stared at the ring as she tried to remember the wedding. But the next memory she had was of stumbling into her hotel room, giggling (she never giggled) and kissing and then sleeping. The fact that she was still in her tight red dress from the night before confirmed the memory.

Emma felt both disappointed and elated that they hadn’t had sex. Was it easier to annul a wedding if it wasn’t consummated? Was consummation still a thing courts cared about? She was pretty sure Vegas marriages were at least easy to get out of. Not that she had any experience with weddings, Emma had never had a relationship that lasted more than a month since Neal left her heartbroken, pregnant, and in jail. She didn’t believe in needing people and she especially didn’t believe in lifelong commitments made in formal wear. But the question remained; how had she ended up married in Vegas?

“Good morning, beautiful.” The thick, low voice startled her from her thoughts. She looked up to see Killian–her husband–wrapped in a white robe with a smile on his face that told her that he at least had no regrets.

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