wedding reception for her

Cradling Hands

A couple of weeks ago I received this prompt for Nessian + two miserable people at a wedding AU. I got a lot of messages asking for a part two and I’m weak for compliments, so I would like to present an elongated version with a smattering of smut at the end. Thank you, as ever, to the most glorious dragon potato cheerleader this raincloud could ever ask for, @highfaelucien.

Nesta sighs as she takes another sip of wine and adjusts the skirts of her bridesmaid’s dress. She glances at her phone, both checking the time and looking for a distraction. It’s still early and she knows she can’t just leave in the middle of her sister’s wedding reception, but there’s not an awful lot to enjoy when you’re alone and everyone gives you a wide berth because you have a reputation for being cold and distant. Of course it’s a happy occasion, one that seemed impossible for so long, but there’s a sadness inside of her that just won’t die because she’s finally, truly alone. Her sisters are paired off and have their own little bubbles without her and all she has… is her rage.

Her eyes gravitate back to the dancefloor where the pair of happy couples are enjoying the festivities. She fights the scowl that’s desperate to make an appearance and forces herself to maintain a straight face; she wouldn’t dare let Elain see her like that on her sister’s big day, not in a million lifetimes. She watches as the bride and groom fawn over one another; they’re barely able to keep their hands or eyes to themselves and Nesta allows herself to smile instead. Her sister has deserved this happiness their entire lives and now she’s finally found it and Nesta knows that this is the life her sister was supposed to lead, one filled with love and happiness and joy.

Even after crying her way through the ceremony, Elain looks like a goddess as Lucien spins her around the floor and then back into his arms. He kisses her; it’s quick and intimate and Nesta feels like she’s intruding on their happiness. All she can do is watch from afar, stewing in her bitterness, until she has to look away. She looks up again, and this time her eyes are drawn to her other sister. Rhys dips Feyre and his hands are all over her body and this time Nesta can’t fight her scowl. That’s no way to behave at a wedding, even if the happy couple are too busy to notice. She finds herself wondering what it must be like to be so desperate for someone that you can’t keep your hands to yourself. That kind of passion, it’s alien to her. Then Rhys’s hand is sliding up Feyre’s dress and Nesta retreats into her disgust.

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man, don’t know about you, but i have spent most of today just kinda trying to hold myself together

so hey, wanna make a list of happy things? i’ll start:

  • the memory of my cousin’s three-year-old going absolutely APESHIT with joy when we convinced the d.j. at my brother’s wedding reception to play her favorite song (from the madagascar 2 soundtrack, natch) and the adults (including my brother’s super-hip friends) enthusiastically danced along and let her take little solos

In all honesty, I just want to write Eren as a raging feminist who likes to remind persons of questionable morality that he’s over two hundred pounds and has a doctorate in Women’s Studies. Dr. Jaeger who talks on news shows and absolutely slays on topics such as transgender rights, equal pay, and rape. Eren Jaeger who is comfortable in his bisexuality, but is painfully smitten with his boyfriend of three years. Eren Jaeger who has a sister who could kick anyone’s ass, including his own, and fiercely tears up at her wedding reception. Eren Jaeger who pays ahead a few cups of coffee, who pays his taxes on time despite being very disgruntled about it, who will spot you a few dollars in the grocery, who will walk you to your car in the middle of the night.

Eren Jaeger who’s interning with Hange Zoe, his feminist, nonbinary idol. Who volunteers on weekends at the animal shelter and cries whenever a kitten is adopted. Who can play any sport and fail spectacularly at them with the biggest, stupidest grin on his face. Who can bench press his boyfriend and recite entire paragraphs from a book he read when he was eleven.

Intelligent, fiercely loyal, very bara, feminist Eren Jaeger.

Makorra Week Day 5 - Wedding Portrait

My first idea for today’s theme was to do a family portrait but since I’ve done this before (and I’ll do it again soon, just wait) I thought “hmm why not a wedding portrait?”

I wanted it to give an idea of those old photos, aged by time (don’t know if I succeded, however =_=“) I just hope it isn’t too ooc, at least for Korra - I personally don’t imagine them having a big wedding, perhaps a small ceremony at her tribe with a reception afterwards, but nothing too pompous… anyways hope you like it :)

I have a feeling when Jana gets married, she will have the most beautiful wedding out of all of her sisters. The ceremony, the reception, the dress & everything will just be perfect. She will make the most beautiful bride ever & I guarantee her sisters will be ultra jealous, especially Jessa Blessa. & you know what? Jana DESERVES it.
Old, New, Borrowed, Blue
  • *a hotel room*
  • Molly: *brushes down Sherlock's suit; smiles* Very nice. I might just marry you today.
  • Sherlock: *fiddles with the collar* These are getting tighter, Miss Hooper.
  • Molly: *looks away* Oh, well, need a new tailor.
  • Sherlock: *nods knowingly* Mmmm.
  • Molly: *kisses him* Right, I'd better go; I told Mary I was making sure your mum brought the cake *turns to leave; sees a slip of paper on the bed* What's that?
  • Sherlock: *wrestling with his top button* My something old.
  • Molly: *reading; smiles* The cheque from your very first case with John *smug* he told me you didn't take payments...
  • Sherlock: *coughs* Yes, well... *trails off; gesturing*
  • Molly: *smirks*
  • Sherlock: *frowns* Stop it.
  • Molly: *waves the paper* I'm going to tell him
  • Sherlock: *groans* Fine. Just...don't let me hug him.
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes* Alright *reaches for his jacket; gasps as she finds a blue pair of her underwear in his pocket* I've been looking for this?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Just borrowing them.
  • Molly: *shakes her head* Please don't tell my mum.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Understood.
  • Molly: *kisses him; giggles* See you soon *skips to the door*
  • Sherlock: *stuffs her underwear into his pocket* Oh, Molly?
  • Molly: *pokes her head back inside; hurried* What?
  • Sherlock: Does my wedding ring count as my something new?
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *leaves*

Watching this film is reminding me that when I was a child, I had a friend whose family owned a whole Victorian hotel as a home. As in, they didn’t run a hotel, they had bought a hotel at some stage and lived in it the way you or I might live in a one room apartment with dodgy plumbing.

It was the same hotel that my grandma had had her wedding reception in.

My friends bedroom was one of the rooms, off a corridor of doors. She who taught me it’s bad luck to sleep in front of a mirror. There was a huge, I mean huge spiral staircase, going around the main hallway; think Kate Winslet in Titanic, a staircase made to sweep down in your long skirts. Most of the rooms were unoccupied of course, and the ballrooms and dining rooms had like packing boxes in.

I know it’s gauche in the current climate to fantasise like this; but yes, tell me what depraved things I must do to live in -or even own - a Victorian hotel. Ohhhhh yes.


The Quarrymen ca. 1958 at the home of Paul’s aunt, Aunty Gin during the wedding reception for her son, Ian Photo Credit: Mike McCartney I Below: also ca. 1958 John, Paul & George play at the wedding reception of George’s brother, Harry to Irene. held in Speke, Liverpool 

“He was a bit younger than the rest of us, But he was a great guy — would just do anything for you.” - Colin Hanton


Sharon Tate chatting with Joan Collins at her wedding reception held at the London Playboy Club, 1968.

Sharon was one of the most beautiful brides I had ever seen at her wedding to Roman in 1968. It was at the Playboy Club in London, then at the height of its louche popularity. Sharon looked ravishing – her long blonde hair was done in intricate coils, and laced with ‘baby’s breath’. I too had a complicated hairdo of the times and we had a sweet picture together in which we laughingly compared our 'do’s’. Roman in his Beatles jacket looked like the cat that found the cream. It was a fabulous wedding and everyone had a fabulous time. -Joan Collins.