#the engagement party

[peaceinthestorm]

Eugen von Renazzi (1863-1914, Italian) ~ The Engagement Toast, 1894

[Source: LotSearch]

[dkmh-news]

Dacre Montgomery to direct the film The Engagement Party

The Sydney Confidential talked with Dacre Montgomery in September 2024 in a short interview where he unveiled to be going behind the camera for the first time as he directs a movie called The Engagement Party. He hasn't yet decided whether he will appear in the movie himself or not.

The film is to be shot in NSW in 2025. Dacre also is one of the producers as stated on the movie's IMDB page (full details for films in early development stages are visible only to pro users).

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Note: Not going to upload screenshots of the original article yet bc it's behind paywall, but if anyone wants them...

[the-final-sentence]

And now they have been.

Darby Kane, from The Engagement Party

[fishofthewoods]

just saw The Engagement Party at the Geffen theater and HOLY SHIT folks. This play is ANAZING. The sheer TENSION the whole time was so thick you could cut it with a KNIFE. My god. And the final scene?? Not to spoil anything but the way it was staged was straight out of a renaissance painting my god. So amazjng.

[revvethasmythh]

so, on a scale of 1-1000, how PISSED do you think Veth is that Fjord and Jester got engaged when she wasn't even there

[artemispt]

https://www.instagram.com/p/DD8jtk7u06b/

I haven’t seen this going around, but it’s more content from the Mexico dinner to add to that pic that was posted. If you swipe to the second slide, there’s a short clip of Lando and Carlos giving a speech! They look so sweet.

What a Christmas gift 🥹 Look at them 🥰

[yuwuta]

JJK OLYMPICS OHHH YOURE A GENIUS

head spinning w sooooooo many athlete aus rn….. 

satoru honestly isn’t half as cocky as the media makes him out to be but he could be because you bring up world champion men’s freestyle swim times and it’s his name on the scoreboard ten times before someone else shows up. he’s faster than himself by fifteen seconds all around, he’s earned a bit of cockiness. mentioned in the last post that whenever he’s at a competition and he finishes a race, he looks at the camera and signs a little infinity sign and then blows a kiss to you. some bitter old coach always calls him out on it, and gets him fined for unsportsmanlike conduct, and he’s happy to pay the fees if it means getting a message home to you, but eventually you two come up with a new code; and at his next race, he places gold, turns to the camera, crosses his middle finger over his pointer finger and smiles. when he’s in his post-race interview, he makes sure to explain that he does it for you with the widest smile on his face.

megumi nepotism baby but not in the same sport. toji was a multi gold medalist back in his heyday for shooting, so it’s not really a surprise to anybody that megumi has scary good aim, but he takes to archery instead of shooting. actually the idea of megumi being an emo little kid and throwing rocks at a tree when his dad pissed him off his hilarious, and even funnier is toji watching him, slightly amused and a little scared because megumi is maybe six and hitting the exact same spot every single time. he grows to be very blase about it—it’s more of a release/hobby for him that he happens to be really good at, and well, now good enough to earn a few olympic medals. megumi is not a fan of having his dad ruffle his hair on international television after he’s won, but he supposes it can’t be helped.

i don’t know where to put yuuta…. tennis…. tempting….. him in his little white shorts…. little grunts after he serves…. cries….. a complete 180 in his personality when he’s playing vs doing anything else. so charming and sweet and kinda shy when he’s being interviewed, and the second he steps on the court his eyes are so cold it’s scary…. need him… extremely nerdy about his rackets, and shoes, and clothes, and rambles to you about aerodynamics and posture and torque whenever you ask him to teach you, and you always have to shutup him up with a kiss and remind him that yeah you sort of want to learn to play tennis for him, but mostly you came bc he looks hot doing it. once he got asked in an interview if he ever thinks about you while he’s playing and his response was very concise, “no, never. it would be a big distraction,” and did not realize the implications of his heavily televised words. 

also…. not to make this post 40% yuuta but we could pull from canon a bit and make his sport fencing. he doesn’t excel because he’s the strongest, it’s because he’s learned to treat the sword as an extension of himself and a good strategist… also because i like the image of him pulling the helmet/mask off and shaking his hair out………..

don’t even know where to put yuuji…. volleyball? basketball? track and field??? the irony of him easily being the most athletic but canonically does not want to play sports 😭 but i can see him playing a sport because someone scouts him and it turns out to be a way to make steady money to support himself and his grandpa :( by the time he’s qualified and made it to the olympics, wasuke is doing much better (thanks to yuuji having landed some preemptive sponsorships and being able to afford better medical care), but not so well enough that he can travel across the world to watch yuuji play. wasuke tells you that you should travel and be with yuuji, but yuuji is so touched by the idea that you would stay with his grandpa and be by his side when he’s away :(( he wins gold, of course, and he doesn’t even wait until the closing ceremony—which, he’d mentioned in all of his interviews, so nobody can be too upset. he’s on record saying, “i’m excited to play, but i’m even happier to be going home. my girlfriend and my grandpa are watching me and i miss them!” several times— he’s on the first flight home with flowers, and tears in his eyes. puts his gold medal on his grandpa’s neck as a thank you, and spends probably thirty minutes straight hugging you and kissing you and honestly don’t put it past him to propose now that he’s got nike ambassador money 

nanami started judo as a way to relieve the stress of his overbearing job, and someone at the gym/training center notices he seems to be a natural despite being a beginner. he starts to draw a crowd, which annoys him at first because the point of judo was discipline and release from having to deal with too many people at his office job, but nanami supposes he can’t be too mad when you introduce yourself as a talent scout and offer him professional training. there’s irony in him accepting your offer, because it was definitely not based in professionalism at all… quitting his job as a salaryman to become a professional athlete in his mid-twenties was not on his bingo chart, but if it means he will have met you, then so be it. you’re with him all the way, through his training, competitions, world championships, qualifiers, all the way until he’s on the podium. you’re the first to congratulate him, but he interjects by telling you he’s quitting. you ask him why—he just won at the olympics for crying out loud, but nanami just shakes his head, puts down his flowers and his medal so his hands are free to hold your face and tell you, “it would be unethical to kiss my manager, so i am quitting.” (later, when everything is said and done, and you two are cuddling, you mention to him that he could just hire a new manager, and not quit his new career, to which he blushes because yeah… that’s probably more rational, but rational was not in his train of thought at the time)

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

in honour of today's beautiful gift

[collophora]

TBB cadets ideas

[swordmaid]

a girl who is a noir detective man and a guy who is a femme fatale

[swankii-art-teacher]

Seems to be a massive lack of communication here. They're so locked into their own feeling of lacking agency they can't talk to each other.

If Aelin has just said Oh, there's my friend DoriN, did you know he's the King of Ardalan? And there's Choal Westfall his chief advisor, I wonder where his wife Yerene is, I really enjoy talking to her. I'd love to go greet them, please go meet them with me. OR Upon finding Aelin with Dorian and Choal Rowan could have said something like Hello, I'm Rowan Whitethorn, Aelin's fiance, I haven't met many of Aelin's friends yet... so the angst and misunderstandings grow.

When they work things out, things will explode in repressed feelings... looking forward to it.

Little Did I Know

Chapter 3: The Engagement Party

LDIT Masterlist | General Masterlist

Word Count: 2k

TW: angst

Being engaged was…strange to say the least. Aelin always thought that once she got engaged, happiness would be abundant in her life. She would be living her dream with the love of her life, treating every day like a gift. In reality, it was anything but. She and Prince Rowan still could not stand to be in the same room without bickering. Things between them were cold and tense, yet she sometimes saw a warmth in his eyes when he didn’t know she was watching him. 

The castle was currently preparing for the upcoming engagement celebration. It was Darrow’s idea, the old man hoping that a cause for celebration would life the spirits of the newly engaged couple. The only thing Aelin was excited for was getting to see friends that she had not seen in a while. 

Dorian and Chaol were flying in from Adarlan for the party and their significant others were accompanying them. Yrene was a delight, a true friend that Aelin was glad to have. She was glad that she and Chaol had each other, soulmates in every sense of the word. Manon was…different. Aelin respected the unusual woman but she could never tell if Manon liked her or wanted to rip out her throat. Leave it to Dorian to find the most intimidating and terrifying woman to fall in love with. Aelin wasn’t sure what they were calling themselves. As far as she knew, they weren’t engaged or married, yet they always were looking at each other with love in their eyes. Even if Manon refused to publicly admit that. 

The party was to be a simple affair according to Darrow. A small ball celebrating the guests of honor. Darrow’s definition of small was much different than Aelin’s, though. She would have been content to have her closest friends in attendance. To Darrow, small meant at least one liaison from each kingdom with an extended invite to the royalty, as well. Along with all the lords of Terrasen, the number in attendance was sure to be in the hundreds. 

Aelin, luckily, did not have to do planning of any sort. She simply had to attend and look pretty. And look happy. That was going to be the greatest challenge of all.

Lysandra dressed her in Terrasen green, a silky number with a sweetheart neckline and a waist that tightened until it reached her knees. Gold accents were placed in her ears and on her neck, though with the flashy diamond ring, she was sure she looked too overdressed. 

The diamond was beautiful, to be sure. The three-carat central diamond was surrounded by smaller diamonds in a circular formation. It was pretty. But it wasn’t what she would’ve chosen for herself. Aelin didn’t need frilly, expensive adornments. She would rather have something simple and inexpensive. A square cut emerald, maybe, honoring Terrasen just like her mother's ring. Hell, if she loved the person she was marrying, she would’ve taken a ring pop and it wouldn’t have mattered. But this was an orchestrated piece of jewelry. Darrow had picked it out and gave it to Prince Rowan to propose with. No thought or love went into the purchasing of this very expensive jewel. 

She and Rowan met in front of the doors to the ballroom, waiting for Darrow’s introduction. Despite being a future queen, Aelin hated the nerves that accompanied making a public appearance like this. This wasn’t volunteering at the homeless or orphan shelter. This wasn’t a simple walk through the garden with paparazzi watching from afar. This was an up-close ruse. One where dignitaries from other kingdoms would be watching her and Prince Rowan very closely. She had to put on the performance of her life to keep the other royals from sniffing out their lie. 

As she approached Prince Rowan, he paused. If she didn’t know better, she would have said she took his breath away. But she did know better. And the look was wiped off of his face before she could even blink. 

She took his outstretched arm, trembling from her nerves. The Prince glanced over at her with a furrowed brow. It almost looked like he was concerned. Prince Rowan opened his mouth like he was about to say something but before he could, they heard Darrow announcing their arrival. 

Aelin allowed Rowan to lead her forward into the ballroom, cheers erupting from all around them. Aelin plastered the most dazzling smile on her face and knew that the prince next to her was doing the same. These people looked happy for her. For them. She knew that a lot of the other royalty were here only to get a glimpse of the latest gossip. But many of her friends and acquaintances gave her smiles that would’ve warmed her heart under different circumstances.

As they took their seats at one of the head dinner tables, Darrow stood and proposed a toast.

“This marriage between my niece and Prince Rowan ushers in a new era in Terrasen, as well as a new era in this world. It is a marriage that joins not only our two countries but also our two families. Prince Rowan and Princess Aelin deserve the best and I wish you the happiest marriage full of love and adoration.” He raised his glass and took a sip after a moment. Aelin thought he had laid it on a little thick but the crowd seemed to eat his speech up. Aelin thought that one speech would be enough, but apparently it wasn’t for Lord Hamel, who stood and began to speak.

“Continuing on with what Lord Darrow said, I truly want to say how happy the Lords of Terrasen, especially how happy I am for you, Aelin.” 

Aelin tensed at the casual use of her name. Though they weren’t on the best terms, she could feel Prince Rowan’s hand settle on her back. It was a calming balm that soothed her rising temper. 

“We wish you many, many years of happiness and love and a bountiful marriage that will continue the Galathynius line for generations to come.” Aelin couldn’t help the chill that ran over her back. To anyone who didn’t know Lord Hamel, it was an innocent speech from a Lord to their sovereign. But to Aelin, who abhorred the causal use of her name and Lord Hamel’s slimy tongue, it was a chilling notion. A reminder that if this marriage failed, it would be Lord Hamel who would take the throne. 

Aelin took a deep breath to calm herself, sipping from her glass when prompted. She turned her head toward the Prince at her side and gave him a grateful smile and nod. She hoped that he understood it for what it was: a thank you to him for being by her side at that moment and for recognizing how Lord Hamel made her feel. 

The hand that rested on her back gave her hope. Maybe they could do this. At the very least, maybe they could be friends. They definitely had a lot to work through but perhaps Prince Rowan could be someone she grew to enjoy the company of. 

As the night progressed, Aelin had her fair share of alcohol. She wasn’t intoxicated but she was feeling a subtle buzz that normally loosened her tongue a bit. She and Prince Rowan had been making the rounds for what felt like hours, drinking to many toasts and thanking all in attendance. 

It was late into the evening when she was pulled away from an emissary by strong hands. Typically, being manhandled would’ve terrified and infuriated her, but as soon as she was pulled into a familiar chest, she relaxed. Dorian’s cologne met her nostrils and she wrapped her hands around his stomach. 

“Long time no see, your Highness.”

“Back at ya, King.”  They both shared a chuckle before pulling back. Chaol materialized from the behind her and embraced her in a tight hug, as well.  

“I think some congratulations are in order, Aelin.” Aelin plastered a smile on her face, though she knew it didn’t reach her eyes. She knew that both Dorian and Chaol could see right through it. They both pulled her into a group hug, again enveloping her in a familiarness she hadn’t experienced in a while. She certainly missed them. 

“And where are your lady loves?”

“Manon is probably hiding in the shadows to be honest. I wouldn’t be surprised if she left without me,” Dorian chuckled. “She hates these kinds of things. Really, you should feel honored that she even showed up.” To that, Aelin laughed. 

“And Yrene is somewhere around here. She said she needed some air so she was making her way to the balcony.”

“Tell her what else….” A slow smirk crawled over Dorian’s face. Chaol let out an exasperated sigh. 

“Shes….we’re,” Chaol started. Aelin lifted her brow in wonder. “I’m gonna be a dad.” 

Aelin couldn’t contain her squeal of glee. She jumped and threw her arms around Chaol, who caught her easily. 

“I’m so, so happy for you! Congratulations! You guys will absolutely be the best parents.” Chaol sent her a grateful smile and was about to reply when a throat was cleared behind her. 

Rowan stood in his six-foot-four glory, looking not too happy to see her hiding in a corner with her friends. Aelin quickly caught her surprise by introducing him to her friends, who quickly congratulated him on their engagement. After the congratulations were over, the conversation quickly became awkward, Rowan’s stoic and broody demeanor causing Chaol and Dorian to flee at the first chance they got. Rowan pulled her none-too-gently by the hand to a door that led into an empty hallway. 

“What is your problem? Let go of me!” Aelin wrenched her hand out of his grasp.

“What’s my problem? What’s yours Aelin? People kept asking me where you were and I had no answer for them. When all of a sudden, I see you hiding in a corner with two men?” “So what? They’re my friends. Am I not allowed to say hello and catch up with them?”

“I don’t care what you do but you have to realize what it looks like to outside eyes. Cavorting with handsome young men in a dark corner while your fiance is trying to find you doesn’t paint us as this happy couple your uncle keeps trying to make us out to be, Princess.”

She couldn’t believe this was even an argument. “Well you have to trust me enough to know that those are my friends and I feel no romantic inclinations towards them whatsoever. Been there, done that.”

“So at one point, you were with one or both of them? Romantically.”

“Well, yes. But that doesn’t matter.” “It does matter!” Rowan seethed. “It matters because while I am here giving up everything, you choose to continue on like nothing has changed. Do not make a mockery of me, Princess. If we are engaged, then I expect you to be respectful of me, of this engagement. If you’re going to take other lovers, at least be subtle about it.”

“Other lovers? What in the hell are you talking about?” Aelin knew she was probably screaming but she couldn’t help herself. How dare he accuse her of being unfaithful. “I figured since we can’t even stand each other that it would happen eventually anyway. Most arranged marriages turn to other parties for…comfort.” Aelin felt all hope break completely inside her at that moment. She thought they’d be able to be friends at the least but all this time, he was planning on finding comfort elsewhere. He’d fulfill his duty, sure. But that was where it seemed to end. Her voice was cold when she spoke again, “You don’t have to worry about me cavorting with them. I’m not in the business of being unfaithful even if this is an arranged marriage.” Rowan had the good sense to look a little sheepish at that. She turned to walk away but before she left completely, she turned back to him. “By the way, Chaol is happily married with a baby on the way and Dorian is like a brother to me. So before you accuse me of anything like this ever again, how about you talk to me about it first. You aren’t the only one who’s life was taken away from them.”

Aelin felt tears start to swell in her eyes but she would rather die before letting Prince Rowan see that weakness. She felt that she’d had enough of the ball for the night and the celebration was almost over anyway. So instead of returning to the grand ballroom, she trudged up the stairs to her rooms to contemplate every way in which her heart was broken.

A/N: It's been a hot minute but I'm hoping to get the next chapter done in a few days! So keep an eye out for that. I promise the angst will soon be....lesser...at the very least. I'm super excited for the next chapter! It's gonna be an emotional rollercoaster :) As always, let me know if you want to be tagged

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[ruporas]

cheers to the future of humanity (and the future of us)

[ID: Digital illustration in color of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun. The illustration takes place during the ship/home arc, specifically chapter 21. At the center, Vash is grabbing Wolfwood by the collar and pulls him into a kiss in the middle of a celebration. The pair is colored in vibrant warm hues while their surroundings are colored in cooler colors like green and teals. Luida, Brad, Meryl, and Milly are shown amongst the crowd, occupied in the celebrations as Vash and Wolfwood share a moment by themselves at the center. END ID]

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

suguru loves himself an s/o who gets overstimulated easily he looooves it when you get overwhelmed and go non-verbal and just cling to him in public. loves the fact that he still knows exactly what you need, and exactly what’s causing your discomfort <3

[shalom-iamcominghome]

My jewish community, friends, rabbi, and educators: We are very invested in helping you be jewish. Do you want to help read the haftarah? Here's a chanukiah! You can have it!! Borrow these books! Here's some books! You need more books... Come to pesach! Come to the chanukah party! When are your classes done? We need a minyan for once!

Me and my 50000 IQ: What if I am Secretly Appropriating judaism? What if I am doing a Cultural Appropriation........

[essektheylyss]

You know, something very funny in hindsight about Caleb getting so much shit for defensively outing Nott's disguise in episode one. Sure glad you learned some subtlety from that experience, sir, for your boyfriend's sake lmao

[the-woman-upstairs]

Definitely want a second season of XO, Kitty if only for the ensuing hilarity that would come from the two most popular students in school fighting each other over the dorky American transplant who barely passed her classes.