#courthouse weddings

[joehills]

Thanks so much to everyone for all the kind words and well wishes!

BadgerSpanner and I really appreciate them all!

We have a few photos from the courthouse here:

joehills.net/just-married/

[inmyperfectworld]

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐲 "𝐈 𝐝𝐨". 💒💍

[varpusvaras]

My wife and I are fully operating on the premise that Phoenix and Miles are married and have Trucy while playing the Investigations games, and Miles is just a chronic undersharer and never says a word about his personal life while at work. This makes the entire experience incredibly funny.

[vintagelasvegas]

Courthouse Chapel, 201 E Bridger, Las Vegas, 1967.

Undated postcard – “She deserves the best” – by Frank Parker. Courthouse chapel was open at least by '61. In the 80s it became We've Only Just Begun Chapel, and was demolished circa 2012.

[becausebuckley]

tidbit tuesday!

both @spotsandsocks and @smilingbuckley tagged me and wrote some lovely bits for this <3 here's a little snippet from a marriage of convenience au i started the other day! i'm really leaning into the idiots in love tag here hehe, but i'm loving working on it! tagging @playinginthunderstorms @serenelystrange @kejfeblintz @unlifeira @inell and anyone else who wants to join in!!

“You know, I always thought that if I got married, the first thing I’d do would be changing my name,” Buck says, as they’re standing in front of the officiant. He’s not even sure why he says it, really, but it’s probably because he thought I wonder if she’ll say that we should kiss and promptly decided that any other train of thought would be safer to acknowledge, really.

“Yeah?” Eddie cocks his head and looks at him. 

Somewhere behind them, Ravi sucks loudly on the straw of the iced coffee he made Buck buy him. He added two extra shots of espresso and every single fruit syrup the cafe offered. He’s calling it the adult version of a Capri Sun. Personally, Buck thought that would include alcohol and not two times as much caffeine as a single adult should consume in a day, but he decided not to ask. He’s a little afraid of getting Ravi’s coffee all over his nice white shirt.

Buck shrugs.

“I guess I don’t really like being a Buckley. I mean, Buck is part of that, but I chose that, you know? I kept the good parts. But the only Buckley I like is Maddie, and she’s a Han now, so. There’s not much to keep a connection to.”

“You could do it.”

“What?” 

“Change your name.” Eddie swallows. He looks a little flustered. It’s probably warm in here. Buck’s feeling a little flushed too. And a little nauseous, actually. It’s like there’s butterflies in his stomach or something. Maybe that breakfast burrito isn’t landing well. Yeah, that must be it.

“You could be a Diaz.”

[aurora-borealis00]

Stupid head canon I came up with

When a member of the Wayne family gets married, they first get married at the Gotham court house. So that no matter how publicized their wedding is they still have a moment of just them.

[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

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their chokehold on me is tightening the closer we get to s2 and the definitely fake marriage for cover when needed is making me deranged sooo

“Before I forget.” Imogen reached into one of her coat pockets and pulled out a small black leather pouch. “Here,” she said casually as she placed it in Bix’s hand. 

“What is this?” the mechanic questioned as she opened it. 

The bounty hunter kept her gaze on the contents of the pouch, her posture stiff, but she explained in a conversational tone. “Should the need to claim me as your wife ever arise again, I figured it may be beneficial to ensure your role appears convincing.”  

To her surprise, a ring fell out and directly into Bix’s palm. The first thing she noticed was a stark contrast between the black metal on the outside of the band and the polished electrum on the inside. The design was simple and elegant — practical without being flashy — exactly according to Bix’s taste. Then she noticed a thin inlaid strip that wrapped around the middle of the band. A shallow well had been carved along the ring and filled with some sort of organic material, Bix guessed. Either dust or dirt or ash, she couldn’t quite tell, but it was sealed with a hard transparent material that would protect it from everyday use without dulling the clarity. With it came a thin chain necklace, should Bix choose to wear it around her neck instead of on her finger.

The ring was beautiful, and something about it felt familiar, but Bix had no clue what to make of the gift — if it could even be called that. “Where did you get this?” 

Imogen shrugged. “From materials I had on hand. For the most part.”

Her gaze was finally torn away from the ring to stare at the other woman blankly for a beat as she put two and two together. “You made it?” 

“Don’t sound so shocked, darling,” Imogen said with a slightly tense smirk. “I have constructed lightsabers, a ring is quite simple in comparison.” 

At the mention of it, Bix’s eyes were drawn to the weapon Imogen always kept on her belt whenever it wasn’t in her hand. “Wait…” Bix started thoughtfully. She reached over and grabbed the hilt, pulling it free — Imogen didn’t so much as blink at the invasion of personal space, but then again, Bix had gotten away with worse violations — then began to compare the material to the ring and noting that the metals were identical.

“I managed to cut off just enough for a band without compromising the hilt’s structure,” Imogen said, again maintaining a casual tone.  

That’s when Bix realized this was not some tool to use as a disguise or excuse when needed. If that were its sole purpose, Imogen would have purchased a simple band from a convenient jeweler as an afterthought. This ring was far more than an afterthought. In fact, a lot of thought had gone into it, more than she believed Imogen to be capable of. Bix found herself moved to know she had taken the time to not only make the band by hand, but to risk her own lightsaber — her own heart, she had once described it as — to create a piece of herself to give to her lover. 

“And the… what is this?” Bix absentmindedly handed the saber back to Imogen and held the ring more preciously in both hands, lifting it up for a closer look. “Dirt? Dust?”

“A little piece of home.” 

Another realization hit that caused Bix to fall in love with Imogen all over again. How had she not known as soon as she saw it? The russet hue of the dirt was unmistakable now that Imogen had revealed its origin. 

Bix pulled the band to her lips and closed her eyes as if she were about to say a quiet prayer over it. Holding this ring was the closest to Ferrix — to home — that she had been in a long time. Perhaps the closest to it she will ever be again. And Imogen just assured that Ferrix would always be with her. Not just in her heart, but as a real tactile thing that she could see and touch. It meant the whole galaxy to her. 

“How?” Bix asked hoarsely as a stray tear raced down her cheek. She cleared the aching lump in her throat and quickly wiped it away. 

“I have plenty of experience with keeping my presence on Ferrix unseen, as you well know.” Her posture straightened a bit as she sighed and folded her hands behind her back. “It was a brief visit.” 

Bix stared at her, taking in the beauty of her features. Everything from Imogen’s sharp jawline to the shape of her lips, the angle of her nose, her piercing gray eyes. Everything Bix adored. Everything she loved. Bix could tell by the way her jaw twitched that Imogen sensed her shameless observation, but she still kept her eyes fixed on everything but her. It hadn’t dawned on Bix until then, but she concluded that Imogen was nervous, further cementing the gesture of this gift. All that Imogen missed was a question. A question Bix didn’t need to hear explicitly to answer. 

“Yes,” Bix said as if she were simply agreeing to a dinner suggestion.

Imogen’s sly grin softened and she finally focused on the shimmering dark eyes of her lover, but she still raised an inquisitive brow. “I don’t recall asking any questions.”

The mechanic smiled back at her knowingly and shrugged. “The answer is still yes.”

[softhumpslut]

aww poor puppy is leaking everywhere, whining and crying, that dumb little cunnie needs daddy to fuck it stupid so you can be daddy's dumb airhead? are you so turned on you can't even speak, bunny? just wanna hump? can't speak but still so greedy to be fucked till you cry, hm? don't worry baby, daddy's gonna make sure your brain leaks out of you one orgasm at a time, well, what's left of it anyways...

[theinfinitedivides]

going to freak out about my bestie Daniel again by talking about headcanons but to me he's like. not only half-Armenian half-Irish (yes Molloy is an Irish surname but Eric is Armenian people. so what do we do we make the sensible choice and split the difference. put that shit in your fics my rep is lacking) but also Jewish. not necessarily practicing but yk. it's called his mother grows up in the US in a household where her father's Armenian Orthodox and her mother's Jewish and takes a little bit of both but mainly from her mother and then she meets his raised-Catholic nebulously-agnostic Irish-American father and gives shit a shot. and here's Molloy in the midst of it all, born to wreck marriages fail at parenting his own kids and get his shit absolutely fucking rocked by two vamps in the 70s

[shrimp-propaganda]

i have not been posting much do to personal reasons (all good!! it has just been a busy and stressful year!!) but i just picked up a 75 and i am soooooo excited i don't even know what fish i want

[willbuddiewontbuddie]

eddie movies in with marisol before they even say i love you to each other. bucktommy second date is madney wedding.

911 is really laying down the foundation for the buddie friends to fiancees canon, folks.

[unknown-mustelid]

Had to do it >:)

[the-type-a]

7 years and 1 month together, 5 years engaged, 1 day MARRIED 💍

From the moment we met I knew you were my forever and I thank God for bringing us together. Life has taught us so much and I only hope to continue learning everything with you (and have fun of course!)

I love you endlessly 🥰

Here’s to US! 🥂

[rexcake]

I love brubuck so much bc it's one of the only (noncanon) ships I've ever had where I'm unironically like. Yeah they're married. Not in like a metaphorical calling-them-married-to-express-how-in-love-they-are kinda way, like literally actually married. Like one of them proposed and then they got legally married. They've interacted once in a non-canon April fool's event btw.

[contingencyprotocol]

going back in time to this day and telling them to use condoms and never go to the moon

[unopenablebox]

brief gap between high stress crises so i'm trying to enjoy contemplating wedding stuff again but it's once again become embarrassing