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Atlanta Wedding Photographers the Capture Adventurous Spirit of Bride and Groom

This week’s photo session is an Atlanta wedding photography classic.  The couple’s wedding is in October and they wanted their engagement photos to have that Atlanta flavor by shooting at city landmarks that give that urban feel.  Liz and Ben are international travelers and appreciate the energy a city can bring.

We started early at Piedmont Park at sunrise.  They brought their dog Archie, who was an energetic fun soul.  He brought so much personality and playfulness to the shoot.  

The weather and lighting were perfect.  When we got there the street lights of the park were still on.  We could take advantage of the dramatic lighting a lamp can bring to a couple.  It gave a very intimate and moody light. While it was still dawn and we had that low early light we moved over to the Greystone, where they have this grand arched entrance with large stone columns.  There it was dark enough to use a flash to backlight the couple.  

From there we moved on to capture the Atlanta Skyline.  In front of Greystone is the Active Oval Running Loop with a soccer field in the middle.  The entrance to the field is the original historic wall with the stone planters from when that area used to be the agricultural pavilion when the park was first built.  The wall lines up perfectly along Piedmont Road and Peachtree street.  That way you see the major buildings in midtown.  There our couple climbed the wall and played.  We even got Archie to get into the act.  Archie would pose for the camera and supervise the couple in love.

To take advantage of the park we continued  on to Lake Clara Meer, the center of the park.  There we went to the front of the Dockside Visitor Center where they have a beautiful row of corinthian columns.  It is a nice little area with great light.  We then wrapped around the building to the dock leading to Lake Clara Meer where the sun was coming up above the treeline.  

Liz also wanted to use some of the murals in Atlanta made by local artists.  There are several of them by Krog street which is known for their graffiti filled tunnel. Liz and Ben went to Liz’s favorite mural of butterflies.  There we took a few photos detailing Liz’s ring made from family heirloom stones. It is a beautiful ring with family history and deep meaning to the couple.  We went into the tunnel and admired the latest artwork painted on the walls.  We could still smell the fresh paint in the air.  

Liz noticed a large mural on the way to the Krog Street Tunnel.  As we got closer to the mural we noticed that in the center was a heart.  It was the perfect location to end the day.  What a great adventure in the city where we captured the adventurous spirit of Liz, Ben and Archie.

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When your scrawny wizard frame, Gets embraced by a muscle dame, That's Amoreeeeee~

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So! In the last week, a new viral sensation appeared on the Twittersphere (sorry, still not calling it X); The wedding photos of Nguyễn Hồng Hạnh, featuring the muscular bride and the enamoured groom.

Naturally many artists were inspired by the amazing photos, Yours Truly included. I just felt that the couple vibe perfectly fit my Dorf Barbarian Irona and Gale ship in my 2nd Baldur’s Gate 3 playthrough, hehehe. I’ve also decided to finish up an earlier sketch of them from last year, making this art update a love story in two pictures XD

These pieces are made possible by the support of my patrons: Thank you so much!

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As You Wish, Epilogue

Summary: When arriving at Camp Silver Star, Abby Floyd was anticipating a summer of adventure with an ocean separating her from the three people she loved most: her mom, her Uncle Bob and her Aunt Natasha. But after a run in with Charlie Seresin, an extremely familiar looking and irritating camper in a different cabin, her summer plans take a turn that neither girl ever could have expected.

Trigger Warnings: reader's children are described as being blond with green eyes because genetics are wild and Jake's genes are strong, reader is canonically Bob's sister (but biological relation is never discussed), reader goes by Buttercup and is tattooed, references to babies, swearing, extreme happiness and sappiness, talk of babies, talk of pregnancy, talk of PPD

Seresin Family Ranch, Clifton, Texas, Twenty-Two Months Later

The pictures from the day would be displayed on walls, tucked into photo albums and pulled out to coo over for years to come, and a few would even manage to make it into a country living lifestyle magazine. There were the typical shots, of course. The bride and bridesmaids getting ready, the best man and groomsmen standing around while drinking with the groom, the ivory lace dress hanging against the lilac walls of the home office that had been deemed Team Bride Headquarters. Reminiscers would talk about how sweet the groom’s surprise mimosa brunch was, and some would sniffle over the handwritten love letter that the bride had given the groom to read on the morning of their wedding, preserved so carefully between the plastic protective pages in the photo album.

What the photos wouldn’t be able to tell them, however, was just how excited and nervous the bride was on the morning of her wedding.

The day had dawned more perfectly than anyone could have predicted. The birds were chirping, the Sun was quickly warming the ranch landscape, and the men in the field outside her window were giggling like schoolgirls as they played a round of Dogfight Football, shirts versus skins. The two foam footballs were flying back and forth, and the old aviators were showing Javy’s high school football players how they played football in the Navy. Those boys had been recruited to put up the tents, set up the chairs, and decorate the new barn with all the décor that had been so painstakingly chosen, but Buttercup couldn’t bring herself to be mad about the delay. They were all having fun, they had several hours to put up the décor before guests began arriving, and, more importantly, Jake Seresin was looking particularly good in the morning light. She could see his muscles rippling under his sun kissed skin as he pretended the football in his hands was a grenade, pulling the ‘pin’ with his teeth and tossing it over his shoulder, sending Javy, Bradley, and Mickey to the ground with the force of the ‘explosion’.

“Ugh…” Natasha muttered, appearing at her side to stare down at the impromptu football game from Buttercup’s office window. “Remind me why they get to be outside playing football and we have to be up here, getting poked and prodded?”

Buttercup giggled and let her curtain fall back into place. “Hey, Jake offered you a spot on Team Groom. Don’t blame me for choosing Team Bridesmaid instead.”

Natasha scoffed. “Like I would choose that dickhead over you.”

Buttercup rolled her eyes and turned from the window, her eyes catching on the clock that hung above her desk. They were two hours from showtime, and she felt her nerves catch in her throat before sinking to reside low in her belly.

“Watch your language, Nat.” Buttercup’s voice was soft, but with a biting edge that spoke to her anxiety.

“Seriously?” Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Oui,” Genevieve quipped, standing from the hair and makeup artist’s chair and sweeping towards them, looking like she had stepped out of the pages of Vogue. “I will not have my son picking up such nasty language.” Gen stooped to gaze down at six-month-old Mathieu, asleep in his Pack N Play.

“I hate to break it to you, girl, but your son has been hanging around ranchers, football players, and aviators since birth. If his first word isn’t a curse, I owe Mickey twenty bucks.” Natasha’s infectious laugh had a smile pulling at Genevieve’s stern frown.

“Non,” she replied with a loving look down at her son. “He will be soft-spoken. Like his father.”

Natasha’s voice dropped to a comedic whisper as she leaned towards Buttercup. “Has she even met Bob?”

This time, Genevieve couldn’t help her laugh. “Yes, I have met my husband, now stop distracting me. We have to get the bride dressed for her big day now.”

Natasha nodded, suddenly completely focused on her role as Maid of Honour. “Get over here, Buttercup. Let’s get you into this thing.”

Buttercup nodded and sighed before shrugging off her silk ivory robe, willing herself to relax as Genevieve and Natasha helped cinch her into the lacy ivory A-line dress. She looked…different. She felt different. Life on the ranch had changed her. She had loved her life in London, and she always looked forward to that quarterly week-long visit, but she hadn’t realized just how much it had taken out of her until she was looking at her old life from afar. The rainy weather, the big city, being asked to write and edit in a cramped office…it hadn’t been for her. She had made it work because she had needed the change, but she didn’t miss it. No, the Texan sun, the small-town living, the freedom to work and write from home made her feel more like herself than she had in years. And the man she woke up to every morning played a huge part in that.

She and Jake had started out living in separate rooms, but it hadn’t lasted long, especially since they often found themselves sneaking into each others’ rooms for some quality, private, adult time. But even when they were in separate rooms, she would wake up to find he had left a bouquet of flowers outside her door, or her favourite breakfast prepared in the kitchen. In turn, she left him little notes to find throughout the day. A scrap of paper in his Stetson that told him how much she loved him, a blue sticky note asking him out on a date stuck to his computer screen, a folded piece of paper under his pillow detailing how much she ached for him. Their marriage councillor helped them work through any remaining issues and communicate in a healthy way when they fell back into old patterns. Their family therapist helped the girls work through how they felt about everything, ensuring that they wouldn’t get their hopes too high in case things fell apart again. And they didn’t. Every day, their relationship grew and strengthened into something that couldn’t be shaken.

Six weeks after moving to Texas, Buttercup moved into Jake’s bedroom. Six months after moving into his bedroom, they dropped their marriage counselling to once every three months. Three months after that, Jake took her out to the gazebo, ate chicken parmesan with her under the stars, got down on one knee, and asked her to marry him. She had agreed through her tears, and they celebrated with 3 a.m. grilled cheese and a bottle of beer. And now, after almost a year of planning, she was about to become Mrs. Seresin again.

The ivory gown flowed around her feet as Geneveive expertly began lacing up the corset-style back and Buttercup held back her tears as best she could. She felt beautiful, worthy of standing next to Jake at the altar.

The door to the office opened and Abby and Charlie strolled in wearing their peach-coloured junior bridesmaid dresses.

“Oh my god…”

“Mum…”

Buttercup smiled tearfully at her teenage daughters. “Do you like it?” The girls had unfortunately missed out on wedding dress shopping because they had been at school while Natasha accompanied Buttercup back to London for a joint shopping/work trip.

“You look so beautiful,” Charlie sniffled, treading softly into the room to stand next to her mother.

“Like a fairy tale princess,” Abby tacked on, cuddling into her mother’s side and being careful not to smear her makeup on the light fabric.

Buttercup hugged both her girls close and smiled at them in the mirror. “I love you both so much.”

“We love you too, mom,” they chorused as a flash went off and Maryanne smiled at them from the doorway, lowering her phone.

The slightly older woman was already dressed in her rose-pink coloured bridesmaid dress and had been put in charge of wrangling the boys until the ceremony.

“Okay,” she clapped her hands. “Reuben has successfully trapped all the groomsmen in the cabin to get dressed. Javy’s football team have set out all the décor, Penny and Amelia are double and triple checking everything to make sure it’s just right, and the photographer is with the boys to get some candid shots. The officiant is here, the caterers are all set up, and the bartender is just arranging all their gear. DJ is in the barn and guests should start arriving in the next hour or so.”

Buttercup sighed in relief. “Maryanne, I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

“Don’t worry, honey,” she smiled as she took a seat on the plush couch on the corner. “We’re all here for you.”

As Buttercup gazed around the room, she felt a rush of love wash over her. This was her family. She had both her daughters in her arms. Natasha was as close to a sister as she had ever had. She felt so blessed to have Genevieve as her sister-in-law, and Mathieu was the sweetest nephew she could have ever asked for. Maryanne had been her rock through the whole wedding planning process, and Buttercup was more thankful than ever that both Mickey and Reuben had been able to be home for the wedding. The whole Daggers Squad had been able to make it out to the wedding, and Buttercup knew that, within the hour, the ranch would be swarming with people from Clifton, friends from London, acquaintances from the book world, and Navy personnel.

Buttercup sniffled as she smiled at the women in her life. “I love you all.”

Nat squeezed her shoulder and grinned. “We love you too. Now let’s go get you married. Again.”

Jake gazed around the crowded barn as friends and family from around the globe ate and drank and danced, and he felt at peace. It was a strange feeling, especially when he was surrounded by people, but it only spoke to how much he had changed since he had first been called to Top Gun. Back then, he had been all about himself, screw anyone and anything that got in his way of being the best of the best. But he had changed. Falling in love, being a dad, getting divorced, and working his way back into his Buttercup’s life had altered him on a fundamental level.

Speaking of, his beautiful bride was sitting next to him, leaning against him while nursing a tall glass of bubbly as their friends tore up the dance floor.

“Have I told you today just how beautiful you are?” he murmured, leaning in to nuzzle her ear.

“Maybe not in words,” Buttercup grinned up at him. “But your tears while I was walking down the aisle definitely got the message across.”

With a low chuckle, Jake reached around and gave her thigh a quick pinch through the lace of her dress. “Brat…” He rubbed the spot, soothing the sore as he kissed her cheek. “You’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.”

“Much better than the first time, right?” she giggled, placing her glass down to curl further into his side.

“I don’t know…” he teased. “I really liked that white sundress you wore in Vegas.” His smile grew as she scoffed and whacked him lightly on the chest. “But you deserved the big white wedding, and I’m really glad we were able to pull this together for you.”

“For us,” she corrected. “After everything we went through, we deserve a big celebration.”

“Mmm, agreed.” Jake nuzzled against her lips and kissed her softly, slowly. The crowd and the chatter and the music faded into the background as something inside of Jake settled. He felt lucky, so very lucky, to have her back in his life, and he would do whatever it took to keep her for the rest of his life. “I love you, Buttercup.”

“I love you too, Hangman.”

“Alright, you two, break it up.” Javy’s voice broke them apart and Jake rolled his eyes.

“Excellent timing, Coyote, as per usual.”

“Fuck off, man,” his Best Man chuckled. “You’re the one who put me in charge of making sure that y’all stayed on schedule. And it’s time for the bouquet toss. The DJ is gonna announce it at the end of this song, so I wanted to give you a heads up.”

“Shoot,” Buttercup sprang up and smoothed her dress. “Okay. Are you ready?” Javy nodded and she smiled so brightly at him that Jake melted. “Let me go get the other bouquet and I’ll get ready.” She bent down to kiss Jake softly before scurrying off to get the duplicate bouquet that she would be throwing.

“How you feeling, man?” Javy clapped Jake on the shoulder as they watched her go.

“Like the luckiest son of a bitch alive, Javy,” Jake returned the gesture as he stood. “What about you? You ready?”

“I’ve been ready, man,” Javy laughed. “I just hope it works out okay. Because if it doesn’t…” Javy flinched. “Shit man, that would suck for both of us.”

Jake laughed as his green eyes watched his wife trek to the middle of the dance floor. “It really would, man. But we’re not going to think like that. Thinking gets you killed, remember?”

Javy laughed and nodded. “It really does.”

“Alright, everyone, if I could get all the unmarried ladies onto the dance floor, please! It’s time for the bouquet toss!” the DJ called over the crowd, and the men dispersed while the ladies formed a loose ball behind Buttercup. All the ladies except Abby and Charlie, who ran over to the sweetheart table to hug their father.

“Hi honey.” He pressed a kiss to Abby’s perfectly styled hair. “Hey you punk.” He repeated the action on Charlie’s hair, still perfect but differently styled.

“Hi dad.”

“Hey old man.”

Jake rolled his eyes and hip checked Charlie. Some things would never change, and he loved that about his relationship with his daughters. Charlie would always be his little punk, always giving him a hard time and sassing him. Abby, on the other hand, was sweeter and more likely to curl up next to him to watch a movie. They were so different, and he considered himself to be blessed for getting to watch them grow up the last 22 months.

“You ready, Uncle Javy?”

“Born ready, girlies.”

Javy slowly walked to the edge of the dance floor as Buttercup pretended to throw the bouquet once…twice…before turning and handing it to Natasha, who looked like a deer in the headlights.

Buttercup hugged her friend tightly as she leaned in to whisper, “Just don’t break up with him this time, okay?”

Natasha’s face was the picture of confusion as Buttercup backed away to join her family at the sweetheart table…until she spotted Javy walking towards her purposefully.

“Don’t worry, Phoenix,” he murmured, a nervous smile playing at the corners of his lips. “I asked permission to do this at their wedding.”

“To do what?” she sniffled and hated herself for it. Natasha Trace did not cry.

“To do this…” Javy pulled out the green velvet box and knelt on one knee. “Natasha Trace, you are the biggest pain in my ass. You show me up in everything, you’re smarter than me, and, yeah, you were a better flyer than me. But all that makes me do is want to be better for you. I made a boneheaded mistake 13 years ago, and I have spent the past two years or so trying to make up for it. But I can’t wait any more. So, Phoenix, will you do me the honour of marrying me and putting up with my sorry ass for the rest of my life?”

Natasha couldn’t fight the tears as she nodded. “Yeah, you pain in the ass. I think I will.”

The crowd roared and cheered as Javy slipped the engagement ring onto Natasha’s finger. Charlie and Abby bolted away from their parents to congratulate their aunt and uncle while Rooster grabbed a few flutes of champagne from the bar and handed them to his friends.

Jake chuckled and picked up their own flutes, passing one to Buttercup before wrapping his free hand around her waist from behind and nuzzling into her neck.

“Did we make the right choice?” he asked.

“Oh yeah…” Buttercup sighed and leaned into him. “We put them through Hell. The least we could do is give him permission to propose at our second wedding.”

“Definitely makes it more memorable than the first,” he chuckled, watching Rooster, Bob, Mickey and Reuben hoist Javy up into the air. “No more shotgun weddings for us.”

Buttercup hummed, pressing her pink-painted lips to the rim of her glass. “That depends on your definition of shotgun wedding.”

Jake blinked. “What do you mean?”

Buttercup blinked back at him, joy and worry warring in her eyes. “Well, one definition is a last-minute wedding, one with minimal planning.”

Jake’s brow furrowed. “Yeah, that’s what I meant. I don’t care what kind of wedding they want; they’re not having an Elvis impersonator marry them in a Vegas wedding chapel. They deserve better. We deserved better too, but hey, at least you can drink this time.” When Buttercup didn’t speak, he felt worry begin to gnaw at his stomach. “Buttercup?”

With a sigh that rocked her body, she placed her glass down and turned towards him. “The second definition is when a couple gets married because the girl is pregnant. And…and I actually can’t drink this time.”

Jake blinked once…then twice. “But…you’re drinking right now?”

Buttercup shrugged shyly. “It’s sparkling grape juice. Unfermented. Non-alcoholic.”

Jake blinked again. “Does that mean…are you…are we…?”

Buttercup ran her hands over the lapels of his suit jacket. “I know we didn’t plan for this…but we haven’t exactly been careful either. And-and I know that you’re probably really worried that I’m going to relapse or something, but I’ve been talking to my therapist, and she recommended someone who specializes in PPD, so I booked myself an appointment and she’s going to help me make sure it doesn’t happen again. Or, if it does happen again, that I’ll have strategies in place to make sure it doesn’t get too bad and—”

Jake pressed a firm kiss to her lips, holding her tight and close as she melted against him. “Buttercup…” His voice was ragged from their kiss, but it held so much love and hope that she felt herself fall even further in love with him. “Are we having another baby?”

She sniffled and smiled at him. “Yeah. In about 8 months, we’ll have another baby Seresin running around the ranch.”

His smile was so bright that it was infectious, and Buttercup couldn’t stop herself from kissing him again.

“I love you so much, darlin’,” he murmured against her lips.

“I love you too.” Buttercup giggled as she wiped her lipstick from his mouth.

Turning towards the dance floor, she saw their family weaving their way towards them. Bob had his arm around his wife, looking down at his son like he held all the answers to every question. Rooster was being towed along by Charlie and Abby, who had him by the hands as they dragged him away from the bar and towards the sweetheart table. Javy and Natasha were strolled behind them, looking so in love that it was almost sickening.

“Buttercup? Can we not tell them yet?” Jake wrapped his arms around her from behind and cuddled her close. “I kind of want this to be our little secret for just a little longer.”

Buttercup smoothed her hands over his arms, folded so tenderly, so protectively over her abdomen, and could think of only one thing to say. “As you wish, honey. As you wish.”

A/N: And that concludes As You Wish, a strange little Parent Trap x Top Gun Maverick AU with a stupid amount of The Princess Bride references. I just wanted to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for sticking with me through this fic. It's been my passion project for almost a year, and you all got me through it. Thank you for every comment, DM, reblog, and like. It means so much to me that you liked this story as much as I loved writing it. Much love to all of you! (Now someone cue up Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield so we can all jam out at Buttercup and Hangman's second wedding!)

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A Sweet Mishap- Chapter 16

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. This chapter is a little heavier (as is the story going forward, but I'll include potential triggers for each chapter as relevant), so please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so. Also, this chapter's a little longer since I likely won't be able to upload this Friday due to work commitments.

Potential Trigger Warnings: none

A Sweet Mishap Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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Stella’s house is a bustle of energy by 10am. The hair stylist and make up artist are setting up while the photographer is milling around getting photos of the dress and accessories as they get laid out. Me, Stella and the bridesmaids are all sipping fresh coffees as we try to wake up. The excitement is definitely in the air, but so is the tiredness from the early wake up call. I lay out some freshly baked breakfast snacks, kindly donated by Stewie for the big day; while he declined to do the cake weeks ago, once he got back in the kitchen he promised to provide some light snacks for the morning. We are all thankful for his contribution, as none of us feel like cooking. 

Felicity and Gabriella are the first in the chairs; while they of course want to spend the most time on the bride, it’s also important that she’s the freshest. I enjoy sitting back, relaxing and snacking while I wait for my turn. While I wait, I scroll through my photos for the hair and makeup inspiration pics I took offline and then connect up to Stella’s bluetooth speaker and put on some music to boost the mood. The stylists start some small talk about the bride and groom, how they met, the bachelorette party, the plans for tonight, anything they can think of to build the excitement. We all join in, sharing happy and funny stories. 

After a while, Stella and I are finally sitting side-by-side as the stylist brushes and curls her hair and the beautician applies foundation to my face. It’s everything I could have dreamed it would be, and I can’t help but hope that one day the roles are reversed and she’s by my side while they’re styling my hair for my wedding. I push the thought away before I can imagine any other parts of that fictional day, like who the groom could be. Instead, I root myself in the present, wanting to enjoy this day for what it is: one of the best days of my best friend’s life and so by default, mine.

A few hours later, me and the bridesmaids are helping eachother into our dresses carefully, trying our best not to disturb our hair and makeup. The stylists are still standing around on standby to complete any final touchups, but we all know there isn’t time for a redo if we mess anything up too much. Once we’re all dressed, we finally help Stella into her snow-white ballgown-style wedding dress. I help straighten out the off-shoulder straps over her biceps, ensuring the sequins don’t scratch her, while Felicity carefully kneels down to fluff out the skirt. I then pull her hair out from where it caught in the back of her dress and smooth it out along her back, careful not to catch or pull on her perfectly styled curls and bun. 

When I come back around in front of her I take both of her hands in mine. “So beautiful, Nick isn’t gonna know what hit him.” The bridesmaids agree with me, gushing over the fully-dressed bride. We all put on the final touches like our shoes and jewellery while the stylists check and touch up our hair and makeup as necessary, just before we’re interrupted by a car horn outside. I look over at Stella with a big smile, “Time to go marry yourself a husband!”

Stella squeals with excitement. We collect our bouquets and purses and head outside. There are two classic cars in the driveway all decorated up; one for me and Stella and one for the other two bridesmaids. I help Stella in, being sure not to crumple her dress or veil or get it caught in the door when I shut it behind her, I then round the car and get in the other side. The bridesmaid’s car pulls out first and then ours follows a close distance behind. Stella’s knee bounces all the way to the chapel. I let her squeeze my hand as she tries to steady her nervous excitement. 

When the cars pull up out the back, the carpark is already full and her parents are waiting by the door. I get out and then help Stella out before straightening out her dress and making sure she looks perfect. I then hand her over to her parents. They pull her in for a big hug as I step to the side with Felicity and Gabriella. The three of us walk inside and stand just behind the doors in a line as one of the organisers explains the process to us, despite having gone through a full rehearsal last night. I smile back at Stella, standing between her parents as I hear the bridal march begin to play through the chapel. As the organisers push open the large wooden doors everyone stands and turns around. Felicity and Gabriella start to walk down the aisle first, followed by me and then finally Stella and her parents. As I look up at Nick I can see the tears in his eyes as he focuses on his beautiful bride. I smile brighter. Once I reach the front I step to the side and face the crowd as I watch Stella step up to her husband-to-be. He kisses her cheek and takes her hands as her parents pass her to him. I step forward to take her bouquet before standing back to the side. She gives me a grateful smile before focusing fully on her groom and I just know that everyone else has fallen away in their minds and it’s just the two of them there together.

The ceremony is beautiful, it goes perfectly according to plan, just as everything in their life does. The celebrant welcomes everyone and starts the ceremony before prompting them to share their personalised vows. They both share their promises and words of love through teary eyes before exchanging their rings. Then, after sharing a passionate kiss, they run hand-in-hand back down the aisle, out the wooden doors and into a waiting car. Everyone follows behind to see them off. We wave excitedly as they zoom off for a private photoshoot before the reception. As everyone mills around outside and chats, I try to emerse myself in idle conversation to pass time. The doors to the restaurant won’t open for a little while so we need to pass time. Eventually, once the sun is beginning to set everyone starts to file into their cars and make their way over to the venue; I want to be in there and set up before the bride and groom make their big entrance. Gabriella, Felicity and I catch a ride with Travis in the hire car they came in, Travis rode with the groom so is happy to drive the rental with us. 

The restaurant is beautifully decorated, just as we left it. With party favours on each table and stunning centrepieces, made up of flower arrangements. Each seat is labelled to match the seating plan that I’d painstakingly helped Stella and Nick create to ensure the smoothest night possible. Most people get along, but every family has those few people that are best kept apart for whatever reason. Everything is exactly as I remember except a small stage set up in the corner with a sound system and instruments. Despite no one being near them, quiet music is playing behind the chatter of everyone’s conversations about how great the service was and how beautiful everything is and just catching up in general. It’s amazing how weddings can bring everyone together, I see people you haven’t spoken to in years. Of course, I don’t no many people there, but that’s okay, today’s not about me. I’m just thrilled for Stella. 

I visit the bar and order a wine to get my night started before I move around the room doing my best to mingle and chat with her family and a few of our shared friends from college that I haven’t spoken to in a while. Most of them have partners accompanying them, but a few are single. After a while, everyone finally takes their allocated seats. A few gasps and whispered chatter ring out around the room seconds before live music starts to play from behind me. Just as I’m about to turn around everyone starts to cheer as the bride and groom make their big entrance. I join them clapping and cheering as yI give them the biggest smile as they make their way – the long way around – to their seats in the middle of the bridal table. It’s only when I turn to look over at Stella and Nick that I catch the band in my peripheral vision and my jaw drops. 

I force myself to keep my focus on the lovely new couple and not make eye contact with the man expertly strumming his guitar from the small stage. The raging ball of guilt in my stomach does a sommersault and I feel sick but push it back down. Thankfully, Travis takes the attention of the room by standing up to toast the newly weds and give a short speech. I keep my eyes firmly on him as he speaks. Once he finishes he nods over to me as he introduces me for the maid-of-honor speech. It takes me a moment to acknowledge him. But once I get ahold of myself, I stand up and focus on my notes as I attempt to deliver the speech smoothly. I push everything else out of my mind for those painfully slow few minutes as I focus on the bride and groom and tell stories about mine and Stella’s friendship and how happy I am that she found Nick and how happy I hope and know they’ll be together as they move into this next stage in their life. I finally raise my glass and everyone cheers. I wink at Stella as I sit down.

Before the meals are set to come out, Stella informs me that she needs to use the bathroom. I follow her in and help her lift up the massive skirt and keep it from getting dirty while she uses the toilet.

“Was that your doing?” I ask as she pees.

“I told you, I got an offer that I couldn’t refuse. Plus, Dean Winchester was my crush first. How could I turn that down. I don’t know what happened or didn’t between the two of you, but he was very persuasive.”

“How? I didn’t…”

“I don’t know how he figured it out but maybe three days ago the venue called me and said someone had offered to play for the wedding, they gave him my number. And as I said, he was very persuasive.” I help Stella fix her dress while she washes her hands. “It’s my wedding, I got a band that I happen to love. If that also results in my best friend getting her plus one and a dance then that’s just a bonus. I hope you know that I expect a full, detailed explanation of everything that has already gone down and everything that goes down while I’m on my honeymoon, once I get back.”

“We’ll see. For now, tonight’s about you! So let’s get you back out there to your husband!” Ilead her back to the table just in time for the alternative drop meals to be delivered. After dinner, each of their parents and a few other guests give speeches before handing back over to the bride and groom to give their speeches to each other. I engross yourself in the speeches to keep my eyes from wandering to the back of the room. Although amongst all the kind words and talk of eternal love I notice that the background music isn’t being played by a live guitar anymore but instead is a quiet pre-recorded romance track. With that revelation, I let my eyes wander and I notice the stage is free of people. Knowing he’s no longer so close behind me, at least for a few minutes I relax slightly. 

By the time all the speeches are over, the band’s back in place playing quietly as Stella and Nick stand in the centre of the room to cut their cake. As the knife scrapes the plate, they kiss and everyone cheers. The staff then come in to take the cake to the kitchen to slice it up and prepare the desserts. My attention is instantly drawn to the band when I hear Jensen’s deep voice sing the first notes to the song Stella picked for their first dance. I’mamazed that he either already knew it or learned it in just a few days. Stella and Nick take eachother’s hands and move slowly in time with the music. I watch as they gracefully move across the floor. Her head rests on his shoulder as he leads. 

As the song ends and the next one starts Felicity and Gabby nudge me and I quickly stand up and take hands with Travis as he leads me to the floor, followed by the two bridesmaids and groomsmen. I do my best to throw myself into the dance and focus on Travis as he leads me, dancing surprising well for what I know of him. Once the song ends I try to pull back but he holds me close. “I know the kind of man you know me to be, but I promised I wouldn’t let you dance alone or sit out tonight.”

“You didn’t have to do that…I’m okay.”

“I did…Stella’s surprisingly scary.” 

I smile and nod, prepared to let him lead me into the next song. But as the next song starts I notice the voice filling the room is different. Someone comes up behind us and places a hand on my shoulder. “Mind if I have this dance?”

I flick my head around to look at the owner of the deep, Texan drawl. 

Travis looks at me to check and I nod. “Alright,” he says as he steps back, “She’s all yours.”

I smile at Travis as he walks off to find someone else to dance with before spinning around and taking Jensen’s hands and letting him sway me with the slow beat. In a hushed voice I say, “I can’t believe you’re here…”

“You stopped answering my messages or calls…What choice did I have?”

“To forget me…Move on?”

He shakes his head. “I know this isn’t the time or place to have the conversation we need to have, so will you meet me tomorrow?” I meet his eyes briefly and nod. “Good, then let’s just enjoy this dance.” I rest my head on his shoulder for the remainder of the song. Just before the song ends he spins me out and back into his chest. “I promised the bride a dance, so I should go. But thank you. I plan to steal another from you later.”

“Yeah, she’s a pretty big Dean fan…She couldn’t believe I didn’t know you.” 

He lets out a little chuckle, “Yeah, you’re rare and special. Save another dance for me later?” I nod and he pulls away and crosses the floor to where Stella and Nick are playfully dancing to the now upper-tempo song. When Jensen cuts into their dance Nick comes over to me. We both stand off to the side, leaning against the bridal table. 

“Hey, so, uh…I owe you an apology,” he says, breaking the awkward silence.

“Nah, it’s alright. You were just looking out for your bride, as you should. I’d be more mad if you didn’t.”

“Maybe, but I did go overboard. I just get protective when it comes to her…But I should’ve known pushing you away would make her mad too. I’m just glad she didn’t call today off.”

“Nah, she wouldn’t, she loves you. And she knows you were acting from a place of love when you did it. So do I. Plus…you weren’t all wrong, but this isn’t the time or place. We should get back out there before your bride physically drags us out there herself.”

“Yeah…thanks for helping make all this happen by the way. I don’t think I ever told you, but you’ve been a massive help. That’s another reason I’ve felt so bad for what I said, despite what I said you kept turning up and helping with everything. You already know she appreciates it, but I do too.”

I look around the room. “I’m just glad it all worked out. You guys deserve a fantastic night.” Not sure what else to say, I take his hand and lead him out onto the dancefloor.

Jensen moves back and forth between the stage and the dancefloor, doing his job performing but also giving the people what they want and dancing with any girl who recognises him. The night’s almost wrapping up by the time he gets back to me. I’m leaning against the wall finishing a glass of wine when he come up to me.

“So, I was just informed the next song’s the last…care to join me?” He holds his hand out to me expectantly. 

I finish the last mouthful of wine, put the empty glass on the nearest table and take his hand. After everything I’ve said and done and after he pushed so hard to be here, I feel you owe it to him, but also I really want to be in his arms again. He leads me into the middle of the room as his bandmate starts to play and sing a slower love song. He pulls me close, his hands resting on the middle of my back, not letting them fall too low. Mine rest around his neck as we sway in time with the music. As the song goes on, he starts to sing along quietly, just loud enough for me to hear. 

“I've been waitin' for so long

For somethin' to arrive

For love to come along

Now our dreams are comin' true

Through the good times and the bad

Yeah, I'll be standin' there by you

Baby you're all that I want

When you're lyin' here in my arms

I'm findin' it hard to believe

We're in heaven

And love is all that I need

And I found it there in your heart

It isn't too hard to see

We're in heaven”

Once the song ends he pulls back, but only far enough that he can make eye contact with me. “Give me a chance…let me come over, or come to my hotel, or meet me somewhere neutral, location doesn’t matter, just please…for whatever reason I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Jens…”

“I’m just asking to talk.”

I nod. “Alright, but somewhere private. We don’t need a repeat of last time, tonight’s gonna be bad enough.”

He nods. “Yeah.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” I hear Stella say from behind us. I pull away from Jensen to face her.

“Congratulatious on the big night. I hope you had a great time,” he says to Stella.

“Thank you. And thank you for coming and playing for us tonight, it was much better than a jukebox. Plus, you made a lot of people’s nights,” she looks at me with a smirk, “Most of all my amazing maid-of-honor here, and believe me, she totally deserved a great night after all the hard work she’s put into making it happen.”

He looks at me and smiles, “Yeah. Well anyway, I better help Steve pack up the gear.”

Once Jensen’s out of ear-shot, Stella says, “I’m so sorry for interrupting, that seemed important, but Nick and I are gonna head out, but I couldn’t disappear on my honeymoon without saying goodbye to you first, and thanking you for everything.”

“I’m just glad you had a great night,” I pull her in for a hug.

When she pulls away she reaches over for her bouquet on the bridal table. “Amid everything I forgot to do the toss, but…” She hands it to me. “Give him a chance. Give yourself a chance.”

“Stel…” I shake my head while smiling at her, “Just go and enjoy your honeymoon. We’ll talk when you get back.”

As Nick approaches, she quickly says, “I’m definitely gonna do that! Thank you, I love you and I’ll talk to you in 10 days!”

He wraps his arms around her waist as he comes up behind her. “You two have fun!”

The remaining guests wave the happy couple out as they run out hand-in-hand. Everyone else filters out pretty quickly after that but I hang around to gather some of the decorations and items that I know Stella will want to keep, such as photos, the wishing well, and the guestbook. Just as I finish getting everything important into a couple of boxes, Jensen comes back up beside me. “Need a hand?”

“I can manage, you should go.”

Felicity call out from the doorway, “Hey Y/N, need a ride? My Uber’s here!”

I look over at her and then back at Jensen apologetically. “Sorry, I should go.”

“Uh, yeah…” he nods, and I pick up one of the boxes but he puts his hand on it to stop me as I turn around. “ Unless, you wanna stay back for a night cap, I can call you a ride after. It doesn’t have to be with me, I can get you your own.”

I hesitate and Felicity calls out again, “Y/N! He’s getting impatient. We gotta go!”

I look between her and Jensen again and then sigh before waving at her and calling out. “You go. I gotta finish up here.”

She rolls her eyes at my hesitation before disappearing outside.

Obviously feeling guilty for putting me in a difficult position, Jensen takes his hand off the box in my hands and apologises.

“It’s fine. I would’ve had to do a few trips and they wouldn’t have liked that either. But I can get my own ride, it’s fine. And, uh, I think they’re gonna kick us out, so the night cap’s probably gonna be out too, sorry.” I look around and notice it’s just the two of us left inside. I put the box back on the table to rest my arms for a moment.

“Alright. How much are you against getting a ride together at least? I don’t wanna overstep or anything. I just want more time,” He gestures at the boxes, “Plus, I could give you a hand with all this.”

I bite my lip as I consider his offer. “Listen, I’m too tired and too tipsy and this is gonna come out all wrong, but I just need you to know that just because you came all this way doesn’t mean I’m going to have sex with you.”

He opens and closes his mouth a few times as he tries to come up with a response. “No, I…I don’t expect you to…That’s not…I wasn’t insinuating.”

I nod. “Alright good. A ride and the boxes. That’s it then. I just need your arms.” I pick up a box and then realise what I said. “That’s not…I just mean…”

“I get it. It’s fine. Let me just call my driver and then I’ll give you a hand with those.” He pulls out his phone.

“Your…driver?” I shake my head. “It must be nice…”

“It’s not what you think. He’s a good friend.” Jensen shakes his head as he holds his phone up to his ear. “Hey Clif…Yeah, I’m ready if you just wanna pull up round back…Yeah…” he glances back over at me with a smile. “We need to make a stop on the way though…Yep, I’ll cover it…See you soon.” He hangs up and leans against the table looking at me before he grabbing the other box and walking out to the parking lot with me. 

While we wait for his friend to bring the car around, he says, “Look, I’m sorry if I’ve been too forward or given the wrong signals. I don’t mean to. I didn’t come all this way to attempt to win you over for sex…I just wanted to give you a reason to talk to me. As I said, I can’t stop thinking about you, and I couldn’t leave things the way we did.”

A large black car pulls up in front of us and a tall, muscular man gets out of the driver’s seat and opens the trunk. Jensen puts his box in and I follow suit. Jensen then opens the back door for me to climb in. I slide over to the far side and he climbs in beside me. Once the driver takes his seat again he turns around, “Where to boss?”

“You can drop the act Clif, she knows you’re a friend.”

“Alright, Boss. Where to?”

Jensen rolls his eyes and then looks over at me. I tell them my address and Clif keys it into the GPS. Despite wanting to use the time to respond to Jensen’s confession outside the restaurant, I feel awkward with his friend in the front seat. Between the nervous energy and the adrenalin in my system, my leg starts to bounce. Jensen notices and after hesitating a few times, finally places his hand on my knee; he doesn’t slide it any higher, just sits it comfortingly on the top of my knee. We endure the rest of the ride in silence until Clif finally finds a park on the street in front of my apartment building.

“Am I waiting?” Clif asks.

Jensen looks at me, smiles and then nods. “I’m just gonna help her with those boxes, I’ll be right back.” I open my door and Jensen follows suit. He opens the trunk and we each take a box and then I lead him inside to the lift.

As I press the button, I look up at him. “You can just leave it, I can manage from here.”

“You don’t want me to see your place?”

“Honestly? Not really…But also, you’ve done more than enough.”

The lift dings as the doors open. He steps inside first, leaving me no choice but to follow. I put the box on the floor so I can press the button for my floor. Once the doors shut he says, “So, am I crazy? Am I chasing something that you’re never gonna be ready for?”

“No. I just have things I need to work through. Trust issues, personal issues, financial issues…Look I’m too tired for this conversation tonight. I know you came all this way, but…”

“Yeah, I came all this way and put you on the spot, which is exactly what I promised I wouldn’t do. I’m sorry.” The doors open and I lead him down to my apartment but stop in front of the door. I pull my keys out of my purse but don’t move to unlock the door. Sensing my uncertainty he places the box on the floor by my feet. “Take the night. I don’t want to push you. Just text me in the morning and let me know what you decide. I will step back completely if that’s what you want or need. But if you want to give us a chance, text me somewhere to meet and we can talk. Okay?”

I nod as I fiddle with the keys. He nods and turns and walks back down the hall to the elevator. I look down at the boxes and notice Stella’s bouquet sticking out the top; her words ring through my head. I look back over at Jensen just as the doors open. I call out, “Meet me at the cafe, 6pm!”

He smiles, nods and then steps inside. Once the doors close I let myself into my apartment, cart in the boxes and dump them in the corner. Not having the energy – physical or mental – to wash off my makeup, undo my hair or shower, I collapse on the couch.

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[andiatas]

Opinion piece: It may appear as if she is selling something that is not really hers

The interest and the money are there because she is her father's daughter.

Photo: NTB

Modern royalty is not easy to define. This is partly because it is full of paradoxes.

On the one hand, being royal is deeply personal. It binds a Royal Family together in a way no other families [can] experience. It also means that the royals have to live with a significant interest in who they are and what they think and feel. Who they fall in love with and marry. How they raise their children.

On the other hand, being royal is something very impersonal. You have not become King, Queen, Prince, or Princess because you have achieved something. It's a role you've been assigned through a genetic lottery, and it's a win that brings disadvantages as well as advantages.

Patrick Jephson, who was Princess Diana's private secretary for many years, has written several books about royalty. In his book on Meghan Markle, he points out the importance of distinguishing between the fame you've worked for and the fame you've been born into or married into.

A princess, writes Jephson, will always be listened to. She can say obvious things from a podium, and the applause will faithfully follow. It can be challenging to accept that this goodwill is not really personal. It would be there for anyone who filled the royal role dutifully and kindly.

Jephson's point is relevant to the debate about young royals in general and [around] Princess Märtha Louise in general. There was a reaction when it became known that the Princess and Durek Verrett had sold the rights to their wedding to Netflix and the celebrity magazine Hello.

The two are far from the first famous couple to make such a trade. When movie star George Clooney and lawyer Amal Alamuddin married, they sold the rights to the wedding photos to the British Hello and the American People. The couple made it known that the money would be donated to charity. So did former spouses Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie when they sold their wedding photos to People.

By emphasizing that the money would not go to themselves, the couples also gave the impression that they were selling the rights primarily to retain control over publicity and avoid paparazzi in the bushes rather than to get even richer. Not all brides and grooms with similar deals have been equally generous.

Artist Nick Jonas and Bollywood star Priyanka Chopra also sold their wedding to People. In addition, they received so much sponsorship from commercial actors that their wedding was mockingly called "sponsored content" on social media.

But it causes a stir differently when a Princess does the same thing as movie stars. It has to do with the impersonal part of her position. Unlike the other celebrities, it can appear that the Princess is selling something that is not hers.

The interest and the money Hello is willing to pay are ultimately there because she is her father's daughter.

In the Norwegian royal context, the Märtha case is unique. But in Great Britain, there is a comparable example. When Peter Philips, Queen Elizabeth's eldest grandson, married Autumn Kelly in 2008, he also sold the image rights to Hello.

The Queen was not informed in advance. When she realized what had happened, she must have intensely disliked it. The Daily Telegraph later quoted a source at the Royal Court as saying, "It will never happen again. In retrospect, it should never have happened in the first place."

Princess Märtha Louise is far from the only European royal who creates challenges for her family. Heirs to the throne across Europe have rebellious brothers and sisters who feel they spent their entire upbringing conforming, enduring a distressing attention to many of them.

Several of them, such as British Prince Harry and Danish Prince Joachim, have reacted strongly when they feel that the institution is still trying to control them after they become adults. This is understandable. But like the Norwegian Princess, the royals learn that the gold dust from the castles cannot be completely washed off.

It is not difficult to sympathize with the young royals who experienced growing up under tremendous pressure. The celebrity press can be harsh and harsher in many countries than in Norway, and the style was more invasive in the nineties than today. However, in addition to the disadvantages, royalty brings significant advantages.

Princes and Princesses grow up in a family financed by the public. They experience doors opening for them and invitations pouring in. They regularly have personal meetings with men and women who are changing the world. And they always carry with them something extremely marketable, something many people want a piece of.

This is part of the art of being a modern royal if you don't have a throne waiting. It is a matter of discretion. It's about seeing which doors you can enter and which you should leave closed if you don't want to provoke reactions and make people wonder if this monarchy thing was really such a good idea.

Translation and editing for clarity by me of an opinion piece by Inger Merete Hobbelstad for NRK, published Aug. 30, 2024, at 13:40.

[haee-elia]

spence-tober: day 10 - drummer

pairing: drummer!spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: in which you are tasked with the impossible: getting through a photoshoot without combusting at the sight of the very hot drummer, spencer reid

word count: 1467

warnings: reader is down bad for spencer and a little bit horn-knee

spence-tober masterlist

Sometimes your job was hard, really hard. Working as a freelance photographer you took whatever job you were offered, starting fresh out of college with an expensive degree. 

Working at weddings and dealing with bride-zillas and the occasional groom-zilla often exasperated you. 

Working at children’s birthday parties with parents who wanted to capture every single moment of their kid’s lives, happy or unhappy, often had you dealing with bratty kids or equally as bratty parents.

But you’ve never had this much difficulty staying professional during a shoot you were hired to do. You had gotten the call about this gig just last week and had to work around their availability, not yours.

It was a small but rather popular band that was about to release their newest album and go on their own self imposed road tour which meant they had a lot of promotional shoots and other to do before they hit the road. 

And it wasn’t that they were bratty or egotistical or wouldn’t cooperate with your artistic vision and directions for the pictures. No, that would be, in fact, easier than the dilemma you are faced with now.

You could not take your eyes off the very handsome drummer of the band, Spencer Reid. 

From the moment you walked into their studio where they had set up a space for the photoshoot, you found your eyes kept wandering over to the drummer who sat in the back, at his drumset. Even with him sitting down, he still sat tall and to you, he was like a beacon calling you from every area of the room.

You had tried to focus and take pictures of the keyboard player, Penelope. You had even turned your back to Spencer while directing a few photos for Jennifer, the bassist. 

But nothing. Nothing. Could get you to forget his lingering presence and you were dreading this very moment.

After finishing with the solo shots of the rest of the band, Penelope, Jennifer, Emily, and Derek, you were only left with getting individual pictures of Spencer before moving onto the group shots.

You thought you could harness all the strength you had and simply focus on getting this gig done and move on, but of course, it couldn’t be that simple.

Your brain simply combusted when Spencer twirled his drumsticks between those long fingers of his.

With the band’s busy schedule, the only time you could come and take photos was right after one of their practices, so his brown mop of hair was slick to his head with sweat and as he banged on the drum set, his pink tongue would peek out from his mouth and dart around his lips to keep them wet.

It was infuriating.

Suddenly, you were incredibly glad you had already shirked off the white button up that was sitting on your shoulders prior. It only left you in a simple black halter top, but it kept you from visibly getting hot. 

“What’s next?” Spencer asked, knocking you out of your fantasy world and back into reality. 

You put your camera down from your face and looked him in the eyes. Big mistake.

With all the lights in the studio, his eyes gleamed with excitement and happiness. His face is filled with smile lines and creases and sometimes you can even make out a dimple here and there.

You cleared your throat, “What?” You question, confused. God, you hoped you didn’t just completely daydream and make it entirely obvious you had the hots for the lanky drummer.

“What do you want me to do next?” He elaborated.

“Oh,” You said, your cheeks reddening a tiny bit, “Um,” You think on it, “What about a drum solo?” You ask.

He seems surprised. “A drum solo.” Spencer repeats, nodding his head before looking down at the drum set and hesitating. His hands stutter and fiddle with the drumsticks, unsure of his next move.

“Don’t you do drum solos at your shows?” You ask, seeing how uncertain he is. You hadn’t ever been to one of the band’s local gigs before and now you’re not sure how you could take watching Spencer in action. You might actually implode if you do.

Spencer shakes his head and chuckles, scratching the back of his head with his hand, “I actually tend to leave the solos to everyone else.”

You bite your lip and think, after all, you should still try to get the best photos and be professional. 

“Well,” You think, “What if you just play me a song?” You offer. 

“Just drums?” He asks, intrigued by your request.

You nod, positioning the camera back up to your face, “Just drums.”

Spencer visibly takes a deep breath and readies himself before gently starting out slow on the drums. Like the other photos, you don’t have time to listen to the music being played all that much. You mostly focus on the look, the lighting, and the quality of the photos you are getting. 

Through your camera lens, zoomed up to Spencer’s playing you watch and make careful note of how carefree and gentle he is. You can tell how his brain is churning out the next move and the next and next, perfecting orchestrating a beautiful melody.

He continues on for the next few minutes and you change your position around the room a few times. When you do so, you can see his eyes tracking you around the room and he subtly shifts his body to give you a better angle. You don’t get too close to him, letting the zoom lens do its job and just simply focus the camera better onto the face and hands of Spencer.

The drumset is blocking the rest of his body, but you get some really good photos of his expressions and how his eyes sparkle in the studio light with satisfied with the sounds of the beats coming off the drums.

As the song comes to a close, you pull the camera away from your face and simply just listen to the waves of the end of the music. Now looking back at it, the whole song seemed strangely familiar.

“Was that Vivaldi’s Winter?” You question, a curious gleam in your eye.

Spencer tucks his drum sticks away in his back pocket and stands up from the seat, facing you, “Yeah,” He replies with an animated smile, “It is. You recognized it?”

You nod and chuckle a bit, “I play classical music on my record player when I edit photos.” You inform him, “The Four Seasons is a favorite of mine.” 

“Mine too!” Spencer tells you in a happy tone, “My mom used to play classical music all the time. I’ve never been able to play any string instruments, but I’ve found that most music can translate very well with only one instrument.”

“It sounded great,” You compliment him, “You kept the main body of the piece, but with the snare and cymbals, it became a bit more modern.”

Spencer looks at you, excited in the prospect of conversing more, but before he can say anything, a cough comes from behind the two of you.

“Ahem!” A not so subtle cough rang throughout the studio. It’s Derek, one of the other members of the band. 

Jennifer, the bassist, has a knowing smile on her face and looks at Spencer curiously, “How about group photos now?”

You both blush, having been caught up in the moment and now you realize that your little crush on Spencer hasn’t exactly flown under the radar. You nod and instruct everyone towards their instruments.

Continuing to take more photos, you try to let your eyes stray away from Spencer and be professional. Two songs later, you’ve gotten all the shots you’ve needed and you tell them so. They invite you to their final gig before they leave town for their road tour and you accept, grateful. 

Before leaving, you shake everyone’s hands and when it comes to Spencer, you try not to freak out. Your hand, thankfully, isn’t clammy or slick with sweat, but your heart is pounding in your chest and you gently take his hand in yours, giving a nice shake before regretfully retracting from your hand’s embrace.

With a red face, you leave the studio with a promise of seeing them perform live soon and return to your apartment where you already get started on editing the photos for them. 

You’re on one of Spencer’s when you get an email. It’s a great picture, one from his solo session on the drums. You actually don’t have to fix much, just tone down the lights and fix the hues.

When you look down on your phone, you get a cat-like smile on your lips.

It’s an invitation to travel as the band’s photographer.

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So I'm a day late in asking about wedding stuff so I understand if you don't reply. But have you seen the wedding photos of Lady Sarah Chatto? I just discovered them myself. She's really into art and WOW her bridesmaids dresses are amazing. Very renaissance inspired and absolutely stunning. I can't think of any other royal wedding in recent times where the highlight of the dresses are the bodices.

Sarah Chatto is my favorite '90s bridal look and one of my all-time favorite royal bridal looks.

It was *chef's kiss.* The tiara was perfect. The veil was perfect. The hair was perfect. The flowers were perfect. The train was perfect. The skirt was perfect. The only thing I didn't like about her dress was long the bodice was (it reminds me of a catcher's chest protector and I'd have preferred something closer to the hips or not as curved) but it's such a minor complaint because the whole look just really works.

What I also loved about Sarah's wedding:

How the bridesmaid dresses matched her dress. We don't really see that in royal weddings but it's such an artistic care to detail that someone like Sarah or Kate would have appreciated.

How quickly Sarah and her husband left the church. According to the reports from the day, the press were caught off-guard by how quickly the wedding took place that they weren't ready when the bride and groom appeared together.

I wish I could be a fly on the wall for the conversations that Sarah, Charles, and Kate must have about art and art history.

I decided to take wedding/royal-watching questions all week because I'm traveling for work. It's boring here. So send them in! We'll go back to regularly scheduled programming next week.

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A Feud to Carry Vol. 2, 2.17.24 “Strength at the Base of the Pillar”

From water springs, a life is made Rooted in the Mother Earth To feed small saplings; with caution, drowned So in the groves, tall standing, soon be laid With seed and sweat, I’ve buried deep My water and my lineage A gift I’ve given, which end I should not see To Mothered Earth it races, on to surely weep In sweat and spit of like such ritual In water stored, shall as the dams Floodgates, like tears, shall too this silence break Panting from the planting, water works, we call I will remember, undying, how like waves you writhed Drown in life, smothered in soil Precious is the seed, the water never wasted; left to spoil Banded as we are; together, Mother Earth, to Father Time be wived So as I pick petals from a desert flower bloom Made with the cautious care of sky-shed tears Where best to store this precious water-life? In beauty’s bosom, to grow as someone’s bride or groom In made; unmaking In parting, starting To be stored, as storied To be lose, worried With gardener hands, scooped, laid dear Buried seed and water, paired surely shared Given purpose in this sacrament, of acting as divine Though water shared with-from Maternal Earth Passes Fraternal Time to love and grow so tender-close and near

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A Forever Promise Pt. 2

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Just like in real life, Ginger drops a few F-bombs, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, this is just a fun time, couple other swear words.

Word Count: 5.8k-ish

Summary: Part 2 of 2. Read part one HERE After a short trip to Albany for your Jack and Jill party, it’s time for Billy and the reader to finally get married!

A/N: There’s some music in this one that I’ll link at the end, I don’t want to give away Ginger’s “surprise.” I had a bit of a time trying to figure out what to put in, what to leave out (we’ve all been to a wedding, we know what goes on) but I really like how this came out, I hope you do too!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Thankfully, since it didn’t take too long to find Billy, the three of you got back in plenty of time to get ready for the wedding. Billy let you and the girls have the apartment to yourselves to get ready at while he, Frank, and the other groomsmen hung out at Frank’s house for awhile.

The hair stylists and makeup artists had already started working on the girls when you came home so you changed into your “Bride” dressing robe and joined them.

Your breakfast order had been delivered, the dining room table was filled with fresh fruit, croissants, different flavored mimosas, and mini quiches. After the morning you had, it felt good to eat and relax with your friends while getting ready.

“Everything’s ok? We don’t have a runaway groom situation, do we? I’ll tackle his ass and drag him to the venue if you need me to.” Lily joked.

The rest of you started to laugh.

“You don’t have to do that, even though the visual is hilarious. Everything’s ok.” You said shyly.

Maria reached out to touch your hand. “Y/n, Frank and I have known Billy a long time and we’ve never seen him this happy, he loves you so much. You two are going to be so happy together. Besides, Frank already told Billy that he can’t sleep on our couch if he messes up.”

She squeezed your hand, Lily and Ginger put their hands on top of Maria’s and everyone started to chuckle.

Ginger broke the silence. “Alright, let’s finish getting beautiful so we can go check out the venue. I’m dyin’ to see what they’ve done inside!” She said excitedly.

The wedding venue you and Billy ended up choosing was a place called The Green Building in Brooklyn. It was obvious why it was called the Green Building and looking at the outside it wasn’t very impressive but the inside was exactly what you wanted.

It was small, with high ceilings and chandeliers—a beautiful combination of elegant and rustic, complete with strings of white fairy lights, brick walls, and greenery hung from the ceiling.

As soon as you stepped inside the building, you were in love with it. Billy never took his eyes off of you as your gaze wandered around the room and up the walls, a smile stretched across your face from ear to ear.

Your eyes stopping on the chandeliers that hung from the very high ceilings and windows that went from the floor to the top of the wall and were covered in simple but sophisticated curtains. It was stunning yet cozy.

Before you could even open your mouth, Billy had told the wedding planner “We’ll take it.” And as the two of you stood there in the middle of that room, holding onto each other, Billy kissed the top of your head and asked you “You like it, sweet girl?” You pulled away to snake your hands around his neck and pulled him in for a gentle kiss. “I love it, Billy. And I love you, thank you.”

He just smiled his perfect smile and softly touched his lips to yours. “I love you too, beautiful.”

Ginger was the first one through the door, her garment bag held high above her head with her eyes roaming around the room. She quickly found a chair to drape her bag over and could not stop staring.

You had asked for extra fairy lights and ivy to decorate the ceiling and walls all around the room, two groups of dark colored chairs were set up on either side of a makeshift aisle, facing a window where you and Billy will exchange your wedding vows, half of the tables were set up on the other side of the room and the other half would be set up as soon as the ceremony was over.

“Holy shit! Look at this place!” Ginger shouted. “It’s gorgeous! And am I the last one to know about you having a cannoli truck outside?!”

“I swear I thought I told you about that.” You said with a slight chuckle. “Billy wanted it and I wasn’t gonna say no when he asked.”

You felt your phone vibrating in your purse. Pulling it out, you looked at the screen to see Billy’s handsome face smiling at you. Was it bad luck to talk to the groom before the wedding? You didn’t think that was the superstition so you quickly answered the phone.

“Well hello there, handsome.” You said with a slight smile on your face.

“Hello my love. Are you at the venue yet?” He asked.

Ginger took your garment bag from your other hand and headed upstairs.

“Yeah, we just got here a few minutes ago. Billy, wait ‘til you see it, it’s…so beautiful.” You said, looking around the room, taken aback by how beautiful it really was.

“I don’t doubt that it is, y/n. We’ll be there soon, I just wanted to make sure you were out of sight so I don’t see you before the wedding.” Billy said, almost at a whisper.

“We already saw each other this morning, Billy.” You joked.

You could feel him smiling on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah but that didn’t count.” He told you.

His response made you smile.

“Ok, well let me head upstairs so you don’t see me before it’s time. I’ll see you soon, my love.”

He stopped you from hanging up.

“Wait, y/n?” He said, his voice cracking a bit.

You put the phone back to your ear.

“Yes Billy?” You questioned.

There was a moment of silence waiting for him to speak again.

“Thank you.” He said.

Confused, you asked him. “For what, baby?”

This was one of those times Billy had a hard time getting his words out, he knew what he wanted to say, but it was just difficult for him to get it all out.

“Just…for…” He went silent again for a minute. “Saying yes.”

His words, the tone of his voice, the smile that you could tell was stretched wide across his handsome face—they all made your heart soar, you felt complete. You’ve never known anyone like Billy, so strong, determined, and hardworking.

He was also the most stubborn and frustrating man you’ve ever met but no one has ever shown you more love than he has. You never questioned his love for you and knew he would love and protect you until the day he died. No one else had his heart.

“I love you, Billy.” You said with a hitch in your voice.

“I love you too, baby.” He replied and you both hung up.

**********

While you were upstairs putting the finishing touches on your makeup and hair, Billy and the other groomsmen walked into the venue, the sun was starting to go down and the room was becoming dimmer by the minute.

He took notice of the framed chalkboard resting on a wooden easel, dark red roses decorated the top of the frame. Billy chuckled to himself as he read what was written on the chalkboard “To Have and To Hold...In Case You Get Cold.”

Underneath the chalkboard were baskets of rolled up fleece blankets. The owner of the Green Building did say it could get chilly inside so if guests wanted to take a blanket for the ceremony, they were more than welcome to.

He stared at the fairy lights glowing in the soft light of the main room, and you were right. It did look really beautiful in here. The vision you had for the room had come to life and that really made him happy.

He remembered the night of your birthday party, he remembered how hard you worked to put everything together, from the centerpieces, to the food, and the desserts and you had done the same thing leading up to tonight. Billy helped a little but he wanted it to be your vision, your day, and he couldn’t wait to say “I do.”

Simple bouquets of black Baccara roses and black calla lilies decorated the center of each table, they matched your bouquet while the bridesmaid’s bouquets were a combination of black Baccara roses and mauve roses.

As it started to get closer and closer to 5 o’clock, you felt more nervous and wondered if Billy felt the same way, everyone going in and out of the room making sure everything was in its place, Ginger talking about the “surprise” she has for you and Billy from the entire wedding party, it was almost a little too overwhelming for you and you needed a moment.

You needed…a cannoli.

So you slipped on your coat and made your way downstairs and outside without anyone noticing, Ginger would kill you if she knew you were going outside in your dress but you needed some fresh air.

The icy January air pricked your lungs as you took a deep breath but it just felt good to be outside where you didn’t feel like you were suffocating. You could hear the commotion of your wedding guests out front, making their way inside to take their seats. The ceremony was supposed to start in 15 minutes.

The cold air pierced your skin and goosebumps erupted everywhere but it felt amazing to be out there, alone, in the quiet, the stress of the past few months started to roll away with one deep breath. A smile played across your face after letting out a long exhale, it smelled like it was going to snow.

The owner of the cannoli truck asked what you were doing out there. You told him you just needed a minute…and a cannoli if he had one to spare.

“Anything for the bride.” He said with a warm smile.

As soon as you took a bite, you heard a soft velvet toned voice behind you.

“It smells like it’s gonna snow.” He said.

You knew that voice anywhere…Billy.

“Turn around, my love. Let me look at you.” He said.

Surprised that he actually wanted to see you, you started to say “But Billy…”

He interrupted you. “I think we’re past any superstitious bullshit, baby. Besides, you have your coat on, I won’t see the entire dress yet. Please? I have my coat on too so you don’t get to see my tie just yet.” He said. You could tell he was smiling as he said it which made you feel warm and content.

Even not being able to see his whole tuxedo, Billy looked incredibly handsome. He always did but there was something else behind those dark intense eyes of his, something different. It was something that looked like…relief. It was probably the happiest you’ve ever seen him and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

He was practically speechless. “Oh my god…look at…look at you.” He said. “You look…perfect.”

“Oh…this ol’ thing?” You pulled slightly on the side of your dress and did a half turn.

Billy moved closer to you, he wanted to touch you but it was almost like he was scared to, like he might break you or get your dress dirty so he grabbed your free hand instead. He gently pulled your hand up to meet his lips and he softly kissed the back of it.

“You look beautiful, my love. Now gimme a bite of that thing, that’s why I came out here too.” He said with a slight laugh.

You laughed a little also, the man always knew how to make you smile.

Billy took a bite of the cannoli and asked “I know this isn’t the only reason why you came out here though, sweet girl. Are you ok?”

You WERE ok, you just needed some fresh air and a minute to compose yourself. Your wedding was going to start in ten minutes so you knew it was just nerves.

“I’m just a little nervous, Billy. That’s all. It was hot inside and I needed some air.” You told him.

“Y/n, I know it’s not gonna be easy but I am so happy I finally met the person that I want to wake up next to every moring. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” He said.

Tears stung the back of your eyes and you tried your best to not let them fall, you didn’t want to ruin your makeup before your wedding.

“I love you.” You said with a hitch in your voice.

He smiled a slightly wicked smile at you and said “I love you too, baby.”

Billy leaned in closer, as your lips were just about to touch his, a loud voice boomed from the doorway.

“FREEZE, RUSSO!!!”

It was Ginger.

“Put those lips away until the ceremony is over!” She roared.

Billy stopped, his lips were so close to yours that you were sharing the same breath but he pulled back and gave you a little wink.

Ginger walked toward the two of you, shaking her finger to scold the both of you for seeing each other before the ceremony.

“I’ve been lookin’ everywhere for you, y/n!! And you’ve been out here this entire time, eating a cannoli without me?!! And here I thought we were best friends.” She joked.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Ginger, I just needed some fresh air, it was getting really hot inside and I wanted one, they’re really good.”

The last person you wanted to make mad was Ginger, even though it was all in good fun.

“Alright soldier, get inside. You were NOT supposed to see her yet! Also, your groomsmen have been looking for you too, you really are light on your feet, just slipped out without anyone noticing.” She scolded with her arms flailing.

Billy nodded again. “Yes ma’am.” He kissed your forehead and headed back inside, taking the rest of the cannoli with him before you could protest.

“And you!” Ginger pointed her finger at you. “Ceremony starts in five minutes, get inside! It’s fuckin’ freezing out here! Who the fuck gets married in January anyway?!”

You laughed again. “You’re not sweating though, are you?” You said sarcastically.

“Look who’s all full of jokes today. Let’s go get you married.” And she grabbed you by the arm, pulled you toward the door and almost dragged you back up the stairs to wait for the ceremony to begin.

Standing at the top of the stairs, you looked out to see family and friends sitting in their seats. They were smiling and talking with each other,

Billy and his groomsmen standing all in a row waiting, and Frank patting Billy on the shoulder. The smiles on their faces beamed from across the room as they waited patiently for you and your bridesmaids to walk down the aisle.

Traditional really wasn’t your style so you chose the song Clair de Lune for your bridesmaids to walk to. With the lights dimmed and the fairy lights glowing brightly, one by one they slowly made their way to stand across from their groomsmen counterparts before it was your turn.

Making sure your father didn’t jump the gun, you told him to hang back until that song stopped and yours began, you chose Best Part by Ben Barnes.

You're my coffee that I need in the morning

You're the sunshine in the rain when it's falling

Won't you give yourself to me?

Give it all

I just wanna see

I just wanna see how beautiful you are

You know I can see it

I know you're a star

Where you go I follow

No matter how far

If life is a movie then you're the best part

Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh

You're the best part

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Best part

As soon as the song started, everyone stood and turned to watch you walk down the aisle. Every single pair of eyes focused on you but your eyes were directed at the man at the other end. Billy stared back at you, biting down on his lower lip, trying to contain his smile but failing miserably.

Your smile matched his as you continued to stare at him through the birdcage veil that lightly touched your face and tickled the tip of your nose. You blocked out all of the other surrounding noises, even the officiant’s voice when they asked “Who brings this woman to be married to this man?”

“I do.” Your father answered, kissed you on the cheek, shook Billy’s hand and gave you away to your future husband who took both of your hands in his, they were warm, and his callouses brushed against your slightly trembling fingers.

He swept small circles on the back of your hands with his thumbs to soothe you and gave you a little wink, silently telling you “It’s ok baby, I’ve got you.”

After welcoming everyone and saying a few words, the officiant turned it over to you and Billy to say your vows which you wrote for each other. You told Billy months ago that he didn’t have to, that the two of you could just repeat what the officiant says but he surprised you and told you he wanted to write his own. He always had a hard time expressing how he felt, that’s why it was such a shock to you that he wanted to do this, but maybe this was his way of working on that.

He went first.

“Y/n, my love. I never thought a birthday party would change my life for the better but it did. And I’ve never been so thankful that you chased me down the street to save me from my own stubbornness. Sharing my life with someone hadn’t even crossed my mind until I locked eyes with you. I can’t promise life with me will be perfect, actually I know it won’t be, but I will promise to always open all of the jars that are too tight, I will kill any spider that crosses your path, I will watch every Friends re-run with you because I love to hear you laugh, and I will love you with my whole heart for the rest of my life. My life is worth living because I have you, my sweet girl. I love you.”

You don’t know that you’ve ever been more proud of Billy than you were right at that moment. He had a hard enough time expressing how he felt to you, but for him to spill his heart out for everyone to hear made you weak in the knees, it made your heart swell, and your eyes welled up with tears. And you weren’t the only one who had tears in their eyes. A quick glance to the front row and your parents, your grandmother wiped away their tears. Behind you, Ginger and the other bridesmaids dabbed tissues under their eyes.

How were you supposed to follow that? Well, you were going to try.

“Billy, I questioned myself so many times about inviting my boss to my birthday party. If I’m being honest, at first I was hoping you wouldn’t come. I thought seeing you outside of work would make it very difficult to stay away from you, but I guess the universe had a plan. The truth is, no one gives me butterflies in my stomach the way you do, no one else gives me goosebumps when they just hold my hand, no one else’s texts make me smile from ear to ear even before reading them.”

Ginger interrupted. “Hey!”

Everyone chuckled.

“Yours do too, Ginger.” You said turning to look at her with a little laugh.

She nodded and replied with “Yeah I thought so, carry on.”

You continued.

“And Billy, I’ve never felt as loved as I do when I’m with you. So, I promise to always ask how your day was, to always have chocolate stashed somewhere in the house, and I will try my hardest to make you smile every single day because I love seeing your smile, my love.”

Billy could hardly contain his smile and you swear he was blushing.

After the exchange of rings, your officiant said. “William and y/n, you have expressed your love to one another through the commitment and promises you have just made. It is with these in mind that I pronounce you husband…and wife. You may kiss your bride!”

Billy’s long slender fingers gently reached for both sides of the short veil that touched the tops of your cheeks and moved it away from your face. He cupped your face, leaned forward and softly touched his lips to yours, being so careful not to mess up your makeup.

After months of planning and years of waiting for your perfect match, you were now Mrs. William Russo.

Now…it was time to party.

Ginger made her typical Ginger entrance when she and Frank were announced as Maid of Honor and Best Man. She danced her way through the crowd of people, dragging a grumpy faced Frank behind her like a rag doll. After everyone in the wedding party was announced, the DJ turned his attention to you and Billy.

"It is my great honor and privilege to introduce to you Mr. and Mrs. William Russo! Let's welcome them as newlyweds with a round of applause!"

Everyone stood up to give the two of you an ovation, whistles came from all directions, and all eyes were on you and Billy for your first dance as a married couple.

“The happy couple will now share their first dance as husband and wife.” The DJ said.

You chose Ballerina by Jeremy Shada for your first dance.

Blue-eyed ballerina

God only knows how much I need ya

From day one, I knew you were the one

Gimme your hand, and I'll give you mine

You're the reason I look forward to coming home at night

Billy pulled your body so it was flush with his, you grasped your hands around his neck as the song started to play, and he softly kissed your forehead, then kissed you on the lips.

“How does it feel to have a husband, sweet girl?” Billy asked.

You just smiled and kissed him back. “So far, so good handsome. How do you like having a wife?”

What's the point of sleep if it's not with you?

Your lipstick on my cheek looking like a tattoo

My ballerina, sway me side to side

All I need is a little love and care tonight

“I’ll let ya know tomorrow.” He joked.

“Billy Russo!” You playfully slapped his shoulder.

“I’m just teasin’, baby. So far, so good.” He said with a sly smile and a wink.

God is an artist

He put you on display

A masterpiece in motion, more beautiful every day

Gimme your love, and I'll give you mine

You're the reason I tell my friends I'm busy tonight

“You ready for the spin?” He asked.

You were all smiles. “Ready.”

In one quick motion, Billy spun you out, the bottom of your dress twirled as he spun you back towards him, followed by a dip and a kiss. It took you by surprise but it also made you smile, it was hard not to smile.

What's the point of sleep if it's not with you?

Your lipstick on my cheek looking like a tattoo

My ballerina, sway me side to side

All I need is a little love and care tonight

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Woah-ooh, oh-oh-oh, mmm-mmm-mmm

The world is your stage wherever you go

You know I'll always be right in the front row

Your love is a movie, my favorite show

You're my silver screen queen

My Marilyn Monroe

“You look so beautiful, my love. Your dress is amazing.” He said as he bit down on his lower lip, not taking his eyes off of you.

Now that you were a little more relaxed, you took a closer look at Billy’s tie, it was black with tiny white polka dots and skulls on it.

“Thank you, baby and I love your tie. You look so handsome.” You said.

What's the point of sleep if it's not with you?

Your lipstick on my cheek looking like a tattoo

My ballerina, sway me side to side

All I need is a little love and care tonight

Blue-eyed ballerina

God only knows how much I need ya

From day one, I knew you were the one

“Well…I picked it out just for you. I thought you’d like it.” He said.

Your fingers danced across the tie, the raised embroidered skulls were the perfect addition to his suit. “I love it, baby.” You said.

As the song came to an end, Billy drew your hand up to meet his lips and kissed the top of your hand, causing warmth to rise to your cheeks and a flutter in your stomach like it was the first time he’s ever put his lips on you. Staring at his handsome face, he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky and he pulled you into a tight embrace like he never wanted to let you go.

Suddenly, the wedding party and the Castle children walked out on to the dance floor. Maria pulled Frank by his suit jacket, he had a terrified look on his face like he couldn’t believe what he was about to do and looked at Ginger with complete disdain for making him do it.

Ginger took the DJ’s microphone right out of his hand.

“Billy…y/n…this is our gift to you, but it’s mostly from me because it was my idea…Ok, hit it!”

Two chairs appeared out of nowhere behind you so the two of you could sit down and watch.

You turned to Billy. “What’s going on?”

“I dunno but Frankie looks like he’s gonna die of embarrassment.” Billy chuckled.

Then the song started to play and a wide smile stretched across both of your faces.

Everybody, yeah

Rock your body, yeah

Everybody, yeah

Rock your body right

Backstreet's back, alright

You covered your open mouth with your hands and Billy closed his eyes and shook his head. You both were in disbelief as to what was happening in front of you, your entire wedding party dancing in unison to the Backstreet Boys.

“So this is what Frankie meant by he has to ‘practice’ for the wedding!” Billy exclaimed, leaning into your ear.

Am I original?

Yeah

Am I the only one?

Yeah

Am I sexual?

Yeah

Am I everything you need?

You better rock your body now

Everybody

Yeah

Rock your body

Yeah

Everybody

Rock your body right

Backstreet's back, alright

Alright

The reception had barely begun and you were already having the time of your life, laughing and dancing in your chair.

So everybody everywhere

Don't be afraid, don't have no fear

I'm gonna tell the world

Make you understand

As long as there'll be music

We'll be comin' back, again

You couldn’t sit still any longer, you stood up and asked Billy to attach the train of your dress to the buttons on your backside so you wouldn’t trip on it. Kicking off your shoes, you ran out onto the dance floor to join them for the last chorus. You could do this dance in your sleep.

Everybody

Yeah

Rock your body

Yeah

Everybody

Rock your body right (rock your body right)

Backstreet's back

Everybody (rock your body)

Yeah (rock your body)

Rock your body (rock your body)

Yeah (everybody rock your body)

Everybody (rock your body)

Rock your body right (rock your body, everybody)

Backstreet's back, alright

You and Billy exchanged hugs and laughs with everyone in the wedding party after the song ended. Ginger DID say she had a surprise, and part of that surprise apparently involved embarrassing Frank but he took it like a champ and actually looked like he was having a good time doing it too.

“Thank you, Frank…I know Ginger can be a bit much at times.” You said.

Frank had a smirk on his face. “Anything for you, sweetheart. That’s actually how Ginger got me to agree to do this…she wore me down, more like bullied me. She said that because you made my best friend the happiest I’ve ever seen him, I owed it to you. Even if it meant me dancing like a puppet out here.”

Billy slid in next to you to give Frank a hug. “You look good out there, Frankie. Ya ever think about switching your career path? I’ll write your resignation letter right now, if you want.”

Frank playfully punched Billy in the arm as Lisa and Frank Jr. ran up to hug their father.

You narrowed your eyes teasingly at the kids.

“The two of you knew about this too, huh?” You asked.

Lisa had a big smile on her face when she asked. “Were you surprised, Auntie?”

She called you “auntie.” The sound of that made your heart burst.

“Yeah, were you surprised?!!” Junior asked.

You pulled the kids in for a hug. “I was VERY surprised and you two did such a great job! Thank you!”

“How did we do, Uncle Billy?” Lisa asked.

“Better than your dad, that’s for sure!” He said, trying to contain his laughter.

The kids gave their uncle a hug and took off running. They looked like they were heading for the appetizer tables.

Billy looked down at you and smiled. “They love you.”

“Well I’m glad they do because I love them. Come on, handsome. I think the kids have the right idea, let’s get something to eat. I’m starving.” You said.

Dinner, speeches, and cake…all kind of ran together in a blur. Ginger bet Frank that her maid of honor speech would get a better reaction than his best man speech. She was right although Frank said she cheated because she was funny AND pulled at people’s heartstrings which made everyone tear up. He ended up owing her twenty bucks.

After walking around and saying hello to all of your guests, it was time to dance. Everyone seemed like they were having such a good time enjoying the music and the dessert truck outside. Seeing everyone’s smiling faces meant that all the planning and hard work that had consumed you for the past year had paid off. It was all completely worth it. There was only one thing that could make this wedding even more perfect.

Billy approached you while you were talking to some friends.

“Come with me, sweet girl.” He said and he held out his hand for you to take it.

Confused, you put your hand in his and asked. “Where are we going, Billy?”

“Just outside, I wanna show you something.” He said with a smirk.

He led you toward the door that led to the alley where the cannoli truck was parked.

“Baby, I can’t eat another cannoli, I am so—“ You stopped mid-sentence and gasped at the sight in front of you. Through the dimly lit string lights, little white flakes fluttered to the ground all around you. Your wish had come true…it was snowing.

“I told you it smelled like snow.” He said as he pulled you close against his chest and gave you a quick kiss.

“Yeah, well I did teach you that trick, my love. I can’t believe it’s snowing! Our wedding day is perfect.” You said, clasping your hands around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss.

Ginger walked out into the snow.

“Ya know, I come out here for dessert and this is what I find? The two of you being disgustingly adorable and SNOW?!!! Seriously y/n, who gets married in January?!!” She exclaimed.

As the night came to a close, Billy held you close, your head resting against his chest, swaying back and forth to the last song of the evening while everyone else smiled and watched. It felt like you were the only two people left in world, your wedding day was almost over but you would have the rest of your lives to look back and reminisce about today.

Although it didn’t start out that way, your day ended up being perfect and you couldn’t have done it without the help of your family and friends. Thinking about everything they did for you leading up to today, really showed how much they love you and they’ve waited so long for you to be this happy.

Even after the song ended, the two of you just held each other and moved to the imaginary music, all of the extra noise around you was muted, and you didn’t hear anything except the beating of Billy’s heart synched with your own. His light touches up and down your back were so soothing and comforting. You felt safe and you knew, as long as you were in his arms, you always would be.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Frank and Ginger on the edge of the dance floor watching you and Billy dance.

She put her arm around Frank and said “Well buddy, we did it. Our babies are all grown up and married now. What if they don’t need us anymore?!!” She wiped away fake tears.

Frank couldn’t help but grin. “We did good, kid. Look at how happy they are.”

A devilish grin stretched across Ginger’s face.

“Soooooo, Billy hired a private plane to take them on their honeymoon, right?” She asked.

Frank looked at her somewhat confused. “Yeah? Why?” He asked.

“And they’re leaving at what time tomorrow?” Asked Ginger.

Frank furrowed his brow. “09:00. What are you getting at, Ginger?”

Ginger slowly turned to face Frank, still with that wicked smile on her face. “Wanna crash their honeymoon?”

“Ginger, that’s their private time. That’s time they’re supposed to spend together, just the two of them!” He paused and he smiled a devilish smirk of his own. “But I could really use a vacation.”

“You don’t hate the idea though, do ya.” She nudged Frank’s arm. “Huh? We would all have SO much fun, don’t ya think?”

“Alright, be outside their apartment at 07:00, that’s when Bill says they’re leaving for the airport. He can’t say no to the kids when they make their puppy faces.” Frank firmly said, pointing his finger at her.

“YES!!!” Ginger said excitedly and sealed their deal with a fist bump.

With Frank and Ginger staring at you with evil grins on their faces, you pointed at them and said to Billy. “I don’t know that I like the looks of all that.”

“Yeah…I don’t know that I do either.” Billy said, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head.

So you asked them. “What are you two smiling about?”

With another fist bump, they both answered in unison and shook their heads.

“Nothin’.”

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Atlanta Wedding Photographers Take Advantage of the Rain and the Beautiful Photo Opportunities It Brings

Don’t let the rain dampen your photo session.  It is a great opportunity to make lemonade from lemons.  Rain can add a fun spontaneous element to your photography session!

Some of my favorite photos I have taken have been in the rain, whether it be an early morning engagement session, a wedding or even a maternity session!  The rain adds a whole new dimension to the photos that make them stand out against the usual photos you see.

The first time I shot in the rain was years ago at Flint Hill.   I always carry a white umbrella for such occasions. When we arrived at the venue the bride and groom did not want to do photos since it was pouring and went straight to reception.  As it got later the rain let up.  I got my second photographer and we set up a test location outside in the courtyard area.  Once we had the exposure correct for the conditions we invited the couple to the area and took a few photos.   In a matter of minutes they had a few fun photos that had a rain reflection that also reflected their fun personalities.  

The one that came next was a lot of fun too.  I could tell that this bride was the adventurous type.  I checked the weather and saw where there was a chance of rain in the future. I grabbed a couple of umbrellas to help keep the wedding party dry when they went from the reception area to the ceremony area.  After the ceremony we started the formal photos with the family. Once we were done I grabbed the umbrellas.  The bride wore some simple slippers so when we went outside in the rain I asked her if she wanted to take them off.  That is when we got these fun photos of a bride walking barefoot in the rain.  

One of the great things that happen when it rains are reflections.  The water on the pavement reflects whatever light is around, may it be street lights, stop lights or fairy lights at a wedding venue.  During movie scenes cinematographers will often wet a street or sidewalk to get these glorious reflections. 

I have had so many delightful photo sessions in the rain.  I have had a few at Piedmont Park, at the Greystone, and Aquatic Center where they have these magnificent arches, and columns.  Peachtree street, and the Georgian Terrace Hotel along with the historic apartment building across the street also make for perfect dreamy backdrops.  

Recently I had the honor of photographing my second photographer Tara when she got married at the Fulton County Courthouse.  I could not go for the ceremony for security reasons so I waited outside in the rain for her and her husband.  We took a few photos in front of the entrance on the large steps.  It is one of my favorite wedding photos ever.  It shows true excitement and two people that are ready to take on an exciting experience together.

When a couple is in the rain they have kicked their adventure level up a notch.  I know that they will have fun and that the magic will happen. The next time you see rain in the forecast don’t cancel your photo session but prepare to have a great time!

Thanks for checking out this Atlanta wedding photographers blog! I hope you enjoyed the read and found it interesting! Make sure you keep coming back to our blog to see what the Atlanta wedding photographers at Atlanta Artistic Weddings get up to! If you’d like to contact me go to the contact page and drop me a line at https://www.atlantaartisticweddings.com/contact-atlanta-wedding-photographer. I would love to hear from you!

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BREAKING: SHANG SIMLA HAS A NEW EMPRESS! KENJI AND ALICE WED IN HISTORIC “HYBRID” WEDDING

It’s official! Alice and Kenji walked out of the Grand Palace as man and wife!

Their Imperial Majesties Emperor Kenji and his new wife and newly-minted “Empress Alexandra” tied the knot in a modified and modernised royal wedding ceremony. 

Originally, Shang Simlan royal weddings last for three days, including the pre and post-wedding festivities. The main ceremony is officiated by the High Priest of the Church of Shang Simla, and the bride, the groom, and their guest wear traditional Shang Simlan garb. However, Kenji and Alice’s wedding ditched the traditional robes. Alice was shown wearing a champagne-coloured dress sans the typical veil royal brides tend to wear. Kenji, meanwhile, looked dapper in his tux. 

(Above: The couple tied the knot at the Grand Palace, pictured above.)

The decision to not wear traditional Shang Simlan outfits was reportedly due to the backlash that the Palace received when it shared photos of Kenji, Alice, and Princess Hanna during the most recent Plum Harvest Festival. While majority of the locals found the photo to be quite lovely, especially since it was the first time Alice was photographed wearing the traditional royal dress, quite a few people did complain that it was improper for a Westerner - a blonde and blue-eyed foreign Princess - to wear royal robes when she was not yet a legitimate member of the Imperial Family. Some even claimed that it was a form of cultural appropriation, because it seemed like Alice was wearing it as a “costume” like a common tourist.

The subject of cultural appropriation is a heated topic in Shang Simla nowadays, especially following the release of a certain pop star’s music video. The video shows the singer wearing an altered low-cut and mini-skirt version of a traditional Shang Simlan dress while dancing seductively. The artist has been declared a persona non grata in Shang Simla, and both the song and the music video has been banned in the country. 

(Above: The Shang Simlan Palace received flak over this photo which showed then-Princess Alice wearing traditional royal robes.)

While we missed out on the traditional dresses, Alice and Kenji did stick to some of the traditions. They were wed by the High Priest, and took part in the exchange of cups, where the bride and the groom pour each other a cup of rice wine as a symbol of devotion. The couple also walked under the Arch of the Generals. Twelve soldiers, each representing all the provinces of Shang Simla, formed a sabre arch which Alice and Kenji walked under. The tradition is reportedly done to show the provinces’ continued loyalty and allegiance to the Emperor and Empress. Also, a post-wedding banquet will be held tomorrow before the couple will be sent off to their honeymoon. 

The foreign guests included the King and Queen of Arendahl, The Queen of Sulani, The Crown Princess of Tartosa, The Crown Prince and Crown Princess of Glimmerbrook, and Henley’s Grand Duke and Duchess. As for the bride’s family, her two daughters and their husbands were all in attendance, but the little ones were notably absent. Queen Emilia, of course, was present, with Prince Jacques and Crown Princess Anya in tow. Prince Leonard was reportedly too ill to fly abroad and attend. 

(Above: Two royal families united by love. [L-R, back row: Prince Jacques, PM Khari Chegeya, The Duke of Fjord, Princess Mikka, an Prince Chan; front row: Crown Princess Anya, Queen Emilia, Olivia Dorsey-Chegeya, The Duchess of Fjord, Empress Alexandra, Emperor Kenji, Princess Hanna, Princess Haneul, and Princess Rojie)

For the groom’s part, the Dowager Empress was reportedly present during the ceremony, but skipped the photos. The ageing matriarch of the Shang Simlan Imperial Family has been in-and-out of the hospital this past year and even had to undergo emergency surgery over the holidays. However, Kenji’s sisters were present. Kenji’s elder sisters, Princesses Mikka and Haneul, were in attendance, as well as his youngest sister, Princess Rojie, who came with her husband, Prince Chan. Of course, Princess Hanna, Emperor Kenji’s only child, was also present for her dad’s big day. The little royal looked beautiful in a powder blue floral coat. 

(Above: Here comes the bride, all dressed in...NOT white. Empress Alexandra wore a simple yet beautiful dress which perfectly highlighted the breathtaking tiara she wore for the occasion.)

The bride looked beautiful in a vintage-inspired, champagne coloured dress. As expected, no veil was worn (considering this is the bride’s second wedding), but we did get a tiara debut! The new Empress wore an impressive diamond and ruby tiara straight from the Shang Simlan royal vaults. It was the perfect “topper” to her elaborate updo! We’re hoping to see more of this sparkler soon because it’s such a stunning piece! The bride also carried a bouquet of red Shang Simlan tulips, interspersed with Brindleton blossoms as a nod to her home country.

The Shang Simlan Imperial court earlier announced that the former “Princess Alice” (whose full name is Alexandra Olivia Caroline) will be styled as Her Imperial Majesty The Empress Alexandra of Shang Simla. Her daughters, Olivia and Emily, will not be receiving any courtesy titles. 

Who would’ve thought that The Queen’s little sister, poor old Princess Alice, would one day be an Empress!? We’re sure she’ll do wonderfully!

Congratulations to the happy couple! 

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5th of November 1985 - Freddie Mercury in another show-stealing moment with the lovely Jane Seymour during Fashion Aid

Freddie looked very dapper. I had the most amazing hair and makeup, of course in those days, the whole idea of very frizzy, full hair was in.

The headdress I was wearing weighed a ton, it was all real flowers. I remember it sticking in my head and I couldn’t wait to get it off, it was so heavy. The flowers I was carrying were very heavy too. It was a magical moment!

Freddie is not only incredibly talented but a very lovely man.

My favorite song by Queen is Bohemian Rhapsody.”

Fashion Aid - 5th November 1985, bringing top artistic talent from the fashion world and the world of music to raise funds for Ethiopia. The event featured 35 hairdressers, 60 makeup artists, 120 dressers, 125 models and celebrities from the entertainment world. The spectacular staged wedding took place at the Albert Royal Hall in London. Jane Seymour sauntered out in a white lace wedding gown tied up with bows designed by the Emanuels. Accessorised with a flower crown made of daisies and lilies, She made her way down the runway and planted a theatrical kiss on the lips of Freddie Mercury in front of 5,500 guests. Their vows were sealed and Mercury then took off down the catwalk with the massive bridal bouquet, throwing blossoms to the delighted crowd. It was all fun and for a good cause as well (organized by Bob Geldof to fight famine in Ethiopia).

Freddie, a fashion icon of unparalleled status, was dressed in the same Emanuel-designed Latin American-cum Russian Imperialist military dictator’s jacket that he’d unveiled at his 39th birthday party, a black and white drag ball in Munich exactly two months earlier. He looked incredible. Freddie was no stranger to fashion and this was one of his biggest scene-stealing fashion moments in history.

At the end of the evening, Freddie and Jane Seymour made their way to the hotel where the reception was being held, still dressed as the bride and groom.

Another Show-Stealing moment by Freddie Mercury himself!

So many gorgeous photos

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Keeping the Celebration Alive: How to Entertain Your Guests at a Wedding Reception

Introduction:

Your wedding day is a celebration of love, and one of your primary goals is to ensure that your guests have an unforgettable time. At Wedding DJ Hire, we know how to create lasting memories and keep the party going, and are happy to share with you some wedding entertainment tips and tricks!  

Firstly it’s essential to plan entertaining activities for your wedding reception. In this article, we’ll explore creative ways to entertain your guests and make your special day even more remarkable.

1. Music and Dance:

• A great wedding DJ or live musician can set the tone for the entire reception. Ensure a diverse music playlist that caters to various tastes and encourages everyone to hit the dance floor.

• Consider having a dance-off or a “dance your way to the couple” contest to get guests involved.

2. Photo Booth Fun:

• Set up a photo booth with props, toys, backdrops, and instant prints. This provides a fun and interactive way for guests to capture memories.

• Create a scrapbook where guests can leave a copy of their photos along with heartfelt messages.

3. Lawn Games:

• If you have an outdoor wedding or reception, lawn games like croquet, giant Jenga, or ring toss can keep guests entertained during downtime.

• Provide a designated area for these games, complete with seating for spectators.

4. Interactive Food Stations:

• Food can be entertainment too! Consider unique food stations like a sushi bar, ice-cream bar, taco station, or a make-your-own dessert bar.

• Interactive food stations engage guests and add an element of fun to the dining experience.

5. Signature Cocktails:

• Create special cocktails named after you as a couple. This adds a personal touch and gives guests something to talk about.

• You can even offer a “mixology station” where guests can customize their own drinks.

6. Table Games and Trivia:

• Place trivia cards or conversation starters at each table to encourage interaction among guests.

• Board games like Scrabble or crossword puzzles can also be a hit at tables.

7. Live Entertainment:

• Consider hiring additional entertainers like magicians, caricature artists, belly-dancers, or a fire-dancing troupe to provide unique experiences throughout the evening.

• Live entertainment can be an exciting surprise for your guests.

8. Speeches and Toasts:

• Heartfelt and entertaining speeches can be a highlight of the evening. Encourage your selected speakers to share funny anecdotes and warm wishes.

• Keep speeches concise to maintain guest engagement.

9. Surprise Elements:

• Add unexpected surprises to your reception, like a flash mob, acoustic musical performance by a guest - or better yet the bride or groom, choreographed dance by the bridal party or bride or groom, or a surprise fireworks display.

• These unexpected moments will leave a lasting impression on your guests.

10. Late-Night Snacks:

• Offer late-night snacks like pizza slices, mini sliders, or a candy bar to keep energy levels up.

• These snacks can fuel guests for more dancing and festivities.

Conclusion:

Entertaining your guests at a wedding reception isn’t just about music and dancing; it’s about creating a joyful and memorable experience. Mix and match these ideas to suit your style and budget, and don’t be afraid to add your personal touch. With careful planning, your wedding reception will be a delightful celebration that your guests will cherish for years to come.

At Wedding DJ Hire, we help you to come up with unique and exciting ideas to liven up your party - whether it be a wedding, birthday, corporate event or just an excuse to get together, we can make your event an unforgettable one for you and your guests! Visit our website at https://wedding-djhire.com.au/ to hire our best DJs.

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Wedding photo editing services are offered by many professional photo editing companies. These services involve enhancing the quality and beauty of wedding photos using advanced editing techniques.

Some common wedding photo editing services include:

Color correction: adjusting the color balance, exposure, and saturation to make the images look more natural and appealing.

Skin retouching: smoothing out blemishes, wrinkles, and other imperfections to make the bride and groom look flawless.

Background removal: removing any unwanted objects or distractions in the background of the photos.

Image cropping and resizing: adjusting the size and composition of the images to make them more visually appealing.

Creative editing: applying creative filters and effects to give the photos a unique and artistic look.

To find a reliable wedding photo editing service provider, you can search online for companies that specialize in this type of editing. Look for companies with a good reputation and positive customer reviews. You can also ask for recommendations from friends or colleagues who have had their wedding photos edited before.

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Ritual That Followed In Punjabi Wedding - Eazyvenue

Punjabi wedding means lots of fun. There is a lot of fun in this marriage and people make lovely memories while enjoying each and every moment among their loved ones. In the midst of all this, the bride and groom become a part of several rituals, which help them and their families gradually come closer and understand. These rituals are like a ladder, walking on which the couple reaches the wedding and becomes each other forever. This is the reason why every ritual has special importance.

Roka is the ritual that takes place before the engagement. As the name suggests, this ritual means that now the bride and groom's relationship is fixed with each other and they will no longer look to anyone else for their relationship. In this, both the families give and take gifts among themselves and celebrate the firmness of the relationship. Usually there is no ring exchange in this, but nowadays many couples also get engaged in Roka itself. After the roka is done, both the families fix the date of the engagement and then the couple exchange rings.

Kirtan and Dholki

Puja and kirtan are held at the house of both the bride and the groom, in which especially the women of the family take part. This program, kept for the auspicious beginning of the relationship, goes on throughout the day and sometimes ends late at night. After this comes the turn of Dholki i.e. music ceremony. In this, the family dances and sings to the beat of the drum. However, nowadays its form has changed. In modern weddings, DJs are arranged and members of both the families are seen giving different choreographed performances.

Mehendi Ceremony and Jaggo

This is a very important ritual. The hands of the bride to be in this are decorated with henna, for which a woman from the family or an artist from outside is called. The hands as well as the feet of the bride-to-be are decorated with beautiful bridal mehndi designs and are expected to create a deep hue. Mehendi is also applied on the hands of the groom. On the other hand, during the Jaggo ritual, the bride and groom stay awake all night and celebrate with everyone. During this, lamps are lit, which the bride's maternal aunt carries on her head.

Turmeric and Chuda

Turmeric is applied to make the hands of the bride and groom yellow. In this, along with his family members, close friends also participate. The girl is offered bangles on behalf of her maternal uncle. Everyone touches it and gives their blessings. The eyes of the bride are kept closed while wearing it. Later the bangle is covered with a cloth.

offering sehra and mare

When the boy gets ready in the dress of the groom, his sister wears him Sehra. After this a small puja is performed. Sister also applies Surma to her brother so that he does not get evil eye from anyone. Family and friends together offer him a mare. He is accompanied by a younger child, who is usually a nephew or a younger brother. He stays with the groom throughout the procession. (Photo Credit: istock by getty images)

meeting and marriage

On the arrival of the groom, the girls welcome him. Both the families hug each other. The bride gets ready and reaches the stage and the couple garlands each other. This is followed by a ritualistic phera and the girl's parents perform her Kanyadaan, followed by an emotional farewell.

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